The Error Of Our Eye Directs Our

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

Thou Art As Wise As Thou Art Beautiful

As Flies To Wanton Boys, Are We To The Gods; They Kill Us For Their Sport.

We All Are Men, In Our Own Natures Frail, And Capable Of Our Flesh; Few Are Angels.

The Liquid Drops Of Tears That You Have Shed Shall Come Again, Transform'd To Orient Pearl, Advantaging Their Loan With Interest Of Ten Times Double Gain Of Happiness.