The Rain, It Raineth Every Day.

There's No Art To Find The Mind's Construction In The Face.

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

Fair Is Foul, And Foul Is Fair, Hover Through Fog And Filthy Air.

Your "if" Is The Only Peacemaker; Much Virtue In "if.

Come Now, What Masques, What Dances Shall We Have To Wear Away This Long Age Of Three Hours Between Our After-supper And Bedtime?