What's Done Can't Be Undone.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer Day? Thou Art More Lovely And More Temperate... When In Eternal Lines To Time Thou Growst So Long As Men Can Breathe Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.

Care Keeps His Watch In Every Old Man’s Eye, And Where Care Lodges, Sleep Will Never Lie.

My Nature Is Subdued To What It Works In, Like The Dyer's Hand.

I Do Not Hate A Proud Man, As I Do Hate The Engendering Of Toads.

Friendship's Full Of Dregs.