Great Men Should Drink With Harness On

And Yet, By Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare As Any She Belied With False Compare.

The Moon Of Rome, Chaste As The Icicle That's Curded By The Frost From Purest Snow.

Before Thee Stands This Fair Hesperides, With Golden Fruit, But Dangerous To Be Touched; For Death-like Dragons Here Affright Thee Hard.

If It Were Done When 'tis Done, Then 'twere Well. It Were Done Quickly.

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.