The Leopard Does Not Change His Spots.

Thou Seest I Have More Flesh Than Another Man, And Therefore More Frailty.

I Love A Ballad In Print O' Life, For Then We Are Sure They Are True.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer Day? Thou Art More Lovely And More Temperate... When In Eternal Lines To Time Thou Growst So Long As Men Can Breathe Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.

Shall I Not Take Mine Ease In Mine Inn But I Shall Have My Pocket Picked?

O! She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright It Seems She Hangs Upon The Cheek Of Night Like A Rich Jewel In An Ethiop's Ear; Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear. - Romeo -