Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure,

She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Shows Best.

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

The Hind That Would Be Mated By The Lion Must Die For Love.

With Caution Judge Of Probability. Things Deemed Unlikely, E'en Impossible, Experience Oft Hath Proved To Be True.

I Loved Ophelia. Forty Thousand Brothers Could Not, With All Their Quantity Of Love, Make Up My Sum.