Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds

I Will Praise Any Man That Will Praise Me.

The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put Me Into A Towering Passion.

Though I Am Not Naturally Honest, I Am Sometimes So By Chance.

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.

Silence Is Only Commendable In A Neat's Tongue Dried, And A Maid Not Vendible.