Some Falls The Means Are Happier To

How Many A Holy And Obsequious Tear Hath Dear Religious Love Stolen From Mine Eye, As Interest Of The Dead!

Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear.

Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange Beasts, Which In All Tongues Are Called Fools.

They Lie Deadly That Tell You Have Good Faces.

If Little Faults Proceeding On Distemper Shall Not Be Winked At, How Shall We Stretch Our Eye When Capital Crimes, Chewed, Swallowed, And Digested, Appear Before Us?