There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

Stay, My Lord, And Let Your Reason With Your Choler Question What 'tis You Go About: To Climb Steep Hills Requires Slow Pace At First: Anger Is Like A Full-hot Horse, Who Being Allow'd His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him. Not A Man In England Can Advise Me Like You: Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.

My Father Compounded With My Mother Under The Dragon's Tail, And My Nativity Was Under Ursa Major, So That It Follows, I Am Roughand Lecherous. Tut, I Should Have Been That I Am, Had The Maidenliest Star In The Firmament Twinkled On My Bastardizing.

Besides, Our Nearness To The King In Love Is Near The Hate Of Those Love Not The King.

Oppose Not Rage While Rage Is In Its Force, But Give It Way A While And Let It Waste.