Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds

Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King Keeps Death His Court.

The Fittest Time To Corrupt A Man's Wife Is When She's Fallen Out With Her Husband.

Because It Is A Customary Cross, As Die To Love As Thoughts, And Dreams, And Sighs, Wishes, And Tears, Poor Fancy's Followers.

Is She Not Passing Fair?

Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long / To Speak Of That Which Gives Thee All Thy Might?