Indeed There's A Woundy Luck In Names.

No Man So Wise That He May Not Easily Err If He Takes No Other Counsel Than His Own. He That Is Taught Only By Himself Has A Fool For A Master.

Still May Syllables Jar With Time, Still May Reason War With Rhyme, Resting Never!

The World Knows Only Two, That's Rome And I.

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

Whom The Disease Of Talking Still Once Posses-seth, He Can Never Hold His Peace.