Be Cheerful; Wipe Thine Eyes: Some Falls

Nymph, In Thy Orisons Be All My Sins Remembered!

I Bear A Charmed Life, Which Must Not Yield To One Of Woman Born.

How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem By That Sweet Ornament Which Truth Doth Give!

Let Him Smell His Way To Dover!

Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds Of May.