The Summer's Flower Is To The Summer

Romans, Countrymen, And Lovers, Hear Me For My Cause, And Be Silent, That You May Hear.

More Of Your Conversation Would Infect My Brain.

Proper Deformity Shows Not In The Fiend So Horrid As In Woman.

The Law Hath Not Been Dead, Though It Hath Slept.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.