Many A Good Hanging Prevents A Bad

We Go To Gain A Little Patch Of Ground That Hath In It No Profit But The Name.

For He Was Likely, Had He Been Put On, To Have Proved Most Royally.

Not Proud You Have, But Thankful That You Have. Proud Can I Never Be Of What I Hate, But Thankful Even For Hate That Is Meant Love.

Good Morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All In The Morn Betime, And I A Maid At Your Window, To Be Your Valentine.

I, Thus Neglecting Worldly Ends, All Dedicated To Closeness And The Bettering Of My Mind.