Nature's Tears Are Reason's Merriment.

Fare Thee Well, King: Sith Thus Thou Wilt Appear, Freedom Lives Hence, And Banishment Is Here.

Coal-black Is Better Than Another Hue In That It Scorns To Bear Another Hue; For All The Water In The Ocean Can Never Turn The Swan's Black Legs To White, Although She Lave Them Hourly In The Flood.

Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.

Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I'll Entertain The Offered Fallacy.

How Is It That The Clouds Still Hang On You?