Nymph, In Thy Orisons Be All My

Will Fortune Never Come With Both Hands Full, But Write Her Fair Words Still In Foulest Terms?

There Lives Within The Very Flame Of Love A Kind Of Wick Or Snuff That Will Abate It.

To Be, Or Not To Be, That Is The Question.

O Wonderful, Wonderful, And Most Wonderful Wonderful! And Yet Again Wonderful, And After That, Out Of All Hooping.

Patch Grief With Proverbs.