All Is Well Ended, If The Suit

The Earth, That Is Nature's Mother, Is Her Tomb.

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.

Look How The World's Poor People Are Amazed At Apparitions, Signs And Prodigies!

A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.

No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty.