Come Not Within The Measure Of My

How Many A Holy And Obsequious Tear Hath Dear Religious Love Stolen From Mine Eye, As Interest Of The Dead!

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

Superfluity Comes Sooner By White Hairs, But Competency Lives Longer.

The Will Is Infinite And The Execution Confin'd, The Desire Is Boundless And The Act A Slave To Limit.

I Have Not Slept One Wink.