I Can See His Pride Peep Through

Time Is Like A Fashionable Host That Slightly Shakes His Parting Guest By The Hand, And With His Arm Outstretch'd, As He Would Fly, Grasps In The Comer.

Sweet Flowers Are Slow And Weeds Make Haste.

My Father Names Me Autolycus, Who Being, As I Am, Littered Under Mercury, Was Likewise A Snapper-up Of Unconsidered Trifles.

I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose Music, To My Thinking, Pleased The King.

What Made Me Love Thee? Let That Persuade Thee, There's Something Extraordinary In Thee