But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade.

Golden Lads And Girls All Must As Chimney Sweepers Come To Dust.

Believe Then, If You Please, That I Can Do Strange Things. [act 5, Scene 2]

Doubting Things Go Ill Often Hurts More Than To Be Sure They Do; For Certainties Either Are Past Remedies, Or, Timely Knowing, The Remedy Then Born.

My Love Admits No Qualifying Dross

The Jury Passing On The Prisoner's Life May In The Sworn Twelve Have A Thief Or Two Guiltier Than Him They Try.