I Have Drunk And Seen The Spider.

The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.

The Eagle Suffers Little Birds To Sing.

So Doth The Greater Glory Dim The Less: A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By.

One Whom The Music Of His Own Vain Tongue Doth Ravish Like Enchanting Harmony.

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.