There's Beggary In Love That Can Be

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity

Where The Bee Sucks, There Suck I In The Cow-slip's Bell I Lie There I Couch When Owls Do Cry

When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears Make Us Traitors.

Into What Dangers Would You Lead Me, Cassius, That You Would Have Me Seek Into Myself For That Which Is Not In Me?

Life Is As Tedious As Twice-told Tale, Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man.