Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than

My Brain More Busy Than The Labouring Spider Weaves Tedious Snares To Trap Mine Enemies.

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

Pastime Passing Excellent, If It He Husbanded With Modesty.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer Day? Thou Art More Lovely And More Temperate... When In Eternal Lines To Time Thou Growst So Long As Men Can Breathe Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.

Our Praises Are Our Wages.