Dead Shepherd, Now I Find Thy Saw

Time's Glory Is To Command Contending Kings, To Unmask Falsehood, And Bring Truth To Light.

Men Of Few Words Are The Best Men." (3.2.41)

There's No Art To Find The Mind's Construction In The Face.

It Is A Familiar Beast To Man, And Signifies Love.

Alack, The Night Comes On, And The Bleak Winds Do Sorely Ruffle; For Many Miles About There's Scarce A Bush.