He That Sleeps Feels Not The Tooth-ache

He That Filches From Me My Good Name Robs Me Of That Which Enriches Him And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

The Day Shall Not Be Up So Soon As I, To Try The Fair Adventure Of Tomorrow.

They Are Fairies; He That Speaks To Them Shall Die. I'll Wink And Couch; No Man Their Works Must Eye.

Then Let Thy Love Be Younger Than Thyself, Or Thy Affection Cannot Hold The Bent.

I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark.