My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The

A Very Little Thief Of Occasion Will Rob You Of A Great Deal Of Patience.

All Things That We Ordained Festival Turn From Their Office To Black Funeral-- Our Instruments To Melancholy Bells, Our Wedding Cheer To A Sad Burial Feast; Our Solemn Hymns To Sullen Dirges Change; Our Bridal Flowers Serve For A Buried Corse; And All Things Change Them To The Contrary.

The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His Revenges.

Oppose Not Rage While Rage Is In Its Force, But Give It Way A While And Let It Waste.

If Is A Custom, More Honor'd In The Breach Than The Observance.