I Had Rather Live With Cheese And

Where Souls Do Couch On Flowers We'll Hand In Hand.

Call Me What Instrument You Will, Though You Can Fret Me, You Cannot Play Upon Me.

He Was Ever Precise In Promise-keeping.

Oft Expectation Fails, And Most Oft There Where Most It Promises; And Oft It Hits Where Hope Is Coldest, And Despair Most Fits.

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.