But Fish Not With This Melancholy Bait

Look, What A Horse Should Have He Did Not Lack, Save A Proud Rider On His Back.

Of All The Flowers, Me Thinks A Rose Is Best.

The Weight Of This Sad Time We Must Obey, Speak What We Feel, Not What We Ought To Say. The Oldest Hath Borne Most: We That Are Young Shall Never See So Much, Nor Live So Long.

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster; But I'll Take My Oath On It, Till He Have Made An Oyster Of Me He Shall Never Make Me Such A Fool.

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.