I Do Honor The Very Flea Of

Well, As He Brews, So Shall He Drink.

Give Me A Look, Give Me A Face, That Makes Simplicity A Grace Robes Loosely Flowing, Hair As Free Such Sweet Neglect More Taketh Me Than All The Adulteries Of Art: They Strike Mine Eyes, But Not My Heart.

Who Casts To Write A Living Line, Must Sweat.

Freedom Doth With Degree Dispense.

Sweet Swan Of Avon! What A Sight It Were To See Thee In Our Water Yet Appear.