Can One Desire Too Much Of A

Grace And Remembrance Be To You Both.

Good Old Grandsire ... We Shall Be Joyful Of Thy Company.

Thyself And Thy Belongings Are Not Thine Own So Proper, As To Waste Thyself Upon Thy Virtues, They On Thee. Heaven Doth With Us As We With Torches Do, Not Light Them For Themselves; For If Our Virtues Did Not Go Forth Of Us 't Were All Alike As If We Had Them Not. Spirits Are Not Finely Touch'd But To Fine Issues; Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence, But, Like A Thrifty Goddess, She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor - Both Thanks And Use.

Kiss Me, Kate, We Shall Be Married O'sunday

Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every Third Thought Shall Be My Grave.