Gold Were As Good As Twenty Orators.

Though Death Be Poor, It Ends A Mortal Woe.

Well, I Will Find You Twenty Lascivious Turtles Ere One Chaste Man.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? Thou Art More Lovely And More Temperate: Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds Of May, And Summer's Lease Hath All Too Short A Date . . .

Your Worm Is Your Only Emperor For Diet; We Fat All Creatures Else To Fat Us, And We Fat Ourselves For Maggots.

He Thinks Too Much. Such Men Are Dangerous.