Good Wine Needs No Bush.

And Gentlemen In England Now-a-bed Shall Think Themselves Accurs'd They Were Not Here, And Hold Their Manhoods Cheap Whiles Any Speaks That Fought With Us Upon Saint Crispin's Day.

In Nature There's No Blemish But The Mind. None Can Be Called Deformed But The Unkind.

It Is My Soul That Calls Upon My Name; How Silver-sweet Sound Lovers' Tongues By Night, Like Softest Music To Attending Ears! -romeo

In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear The Yoke.

Who Is So Firm That Can't Be Seduced?