Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In

What, Keep A Week Away? Seven Days And Nights, Eightscore-eight Hours, And Lovers' Absent Hours More Tedious Than The Dial Eightscore Times! O Weary Reckoning!

We Must Be Gentle Now We Are Gentlemen.

I'll Note You In My Book Of Memory.

I Had Rather Live With Cheese And Garlic In A Windmill.

'tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed, When Not To Be, Receives Reproach Of Being, And The Just Pleasure Lost, Which Is So Deemed, Not By Our Feeling, But By Others' Seeing.