He That Dies This Year Is Quit

If People Knew How Much I Hated Them, They'd Love Me For Holding It In.

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

The Why Is Plain As Way To Parish Church: He That A Fool Doth Very Wisely Hit Doth Very Foolishly, Although He Smart, Not To Seem Senseless Of The Bob; If Not, The Wise Man's Folly Is Anatomiz'd Even By The Squand'ring Glances Of The Fool.

What: Is The Jay More Precious Than The Lark Because His Feathers Are More Beautiful?

This Blessèd Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England This Nurse, This Teeming Womb Of Royal Kings, . . . This Land Of Such Dear Souls, This Dear Dear Land.