I Dreamt My Lady Came And Found

Well, God Give Them Wisdom That Have It; And Those That Are Fools, Let Them Use Their Talents.

For My Grief's So Great That No Supporter But The Huge Firm Earth Can Hold It Up: Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is My Throne, Bid Kings Come Bow To It. (constance, From King John, Act Iii, Scene 1)

Love Surfeits Not, Lust Like A Glutton Dies; Love Is All Truth, Lust Full Of Forged Lies

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

The Play's The Thing, Wherein I'll Catch The Conscience Of The King.