Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources.

A Woman's Thought Runs Before Her Actions.

What's Done Can't Be Undone.

I Am One, My Liege, Whom The Vile Blows And Buffets Of The World Have So Incensed That I Am Reckless What I Do To Spite The World.

Too Much To Know Is To Know Nought But Fame; And Every Godfather Can Give A Name.

O Helena, Goddess, Nymph, Perfect, Divine! To What, My Love, Shall I Compare Thine Eyne? Crystal Is Muddy. O, How Ripe In Show Thy Lips, Those Kissing Cherries, Tempting Grow!