The Let-alone Lies Not In Your Good

I Am The Prince Of Wales; And Think Not, Percy, To Share With Me In Glory Any More: Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.

A Rarer Spirit Never Did Steer Humanity; But You Gods Will Give Us Some Faults To Make Us Men.

So Doth The Greater Glory Dim The Less: A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By.

My Love Is Thaw'd; Which, Like A Waxen Image 'gainst A Fire, Bears No Impression Of The Thing It Was

I Heard A Bustling Rumor Like A Fray, And The Wind Blows It From The Capitol.