Hardness Ever Of Hardness Is Mother.

These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

Love Is A Wonderful, Terrible Thing

Are There No Stones In Heaven But What Serves For Thunder?

Indeed, Sir, He That Sleeps Feels Not The Toothache; But A Man That Were To Sleep Your Sleep, And A Hangman To Help Him To Bed, I Think He Would Change Places With His Officer; For Look You, Sir, You Know Not Which Way You Shall Go.

Enjoy'd No Sooner But Despised Straight, Past Reason Hunted, And No Sooner Had Past Reason Hated