Sigh No More Ladies, Sigh No More,

What, With My Tongue In Your Tail? Nay, Come Again, Good Kate; I Am A Gentleman.

It Is Not In The Stars To Hold Our Destiny But In Ourselves.

How Many Things By Season Seasoned Are To Their Right Praise And True Perfection!

Beauty Lives With Kindness.

Or Art Thou But / A Dagger Of The Mind, A False Creation, / Proceeding From The Heat-oppressed Brain?