The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His

Through The Forest Have I Gone. But Athenian Found I None, On Whose Eyes I Might Approve This Flower's Force In Stirring Love. Night And Silence.--who Is Here? Weeds Of Athens He Doth Wear: This Is He, My Master Said, Despised The Athenian Maid; And Here The Maiden, Sleeping Sound, On The Dank And Dirty Ground. Pretty Soul! She Durst Not Lie Near This Lack-love, This Kill-courtesy. Churl, Upon Thy Eyes I Throw All The Power This Charm Doth Owe. When Thou Wakest, Let Love Forbid Sleep His Seat On Thy Eyelid: So Awake When I Am Gone; For I Must Now To Oberon.

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.

To Persist In Doing Wrong Extenuates Not The Wrong, But Makes It Much More Heavy.

Great Men Should Drink With Harness On Their Throats.

All That Glitters Is Not Gold.