Of All The Flowers, Me Thinks A

I Dare Do All That May Become A Man; Who Dares Do More, Is None

It Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury; Signifying Nothing.

He Hath A Heart As Sound As A Bell, And His Tongue Is The Clapper; For What His Heart Thinks His Tongue Speaks.

Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom Large Enough.

Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.