Live How We Can, Yet Die We

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.

Or Are You Like The Painting Of A Sorrow, A Face Without A Heart?

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!

Sir, He's A Good Dog, And A Fair Dog.

Love Like A Shadow Flies When Substance Love Pursues Pursuing That That Flies, And Flying What Pursues.