Dispute Not With Her: She Is Lunatic.

How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem By That Sweet Ornament Which Truth Doth Give!

All Days Are Nights To See Till I See Thee, And Nights Bright Days When Dreams Do Show Thee Me.

All's Well That Ends Well; Still The Fine's The Crown. Whate'er The Course, The End Is The Renown.

O, Beware, My Lord, Of Jealousy; It Is The Green-ey'd Monster, Which Doth Mock The Meat It Feeds On.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight, Which Therein Works A Miracle In Nature, Making Them Lightest That Wear Most Of It.