Tears Harden Lust, Though Marble Wear With

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives In Your Weakness Strength Unto Your Foe.

He Does Me Double Wrong That Wounds Me With The Flatteries Of His Tongue.

So Foul And Fair A Day I Have Not Seen.

And Some That Smile Have In Their Hearts, I Fear, Millions Of Mischiefs.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? Thou Art More Lovely And More Temperate: Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds Of May, And Summer's Lease Hath All Too Short A Date . . .