They Are But Beggars That Can Count

Ingratitude Is Monstrous; And For The Multitude To Be Ingrateful Were To Make A Monster Of The Multitude; Of Which We Being Members, Should Bring Ourselves To Be Monstrous Members.

Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light Beguile

Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And Kiss Me, Kate.

Come My Spade. There Is No Ancient Gentlemen But Gardeners, Ditchers, And Grave-makers; They Hold Up Adam's Profession.

This World To Me Is Like A Lasting Storm,whirring Me From My Friends.