Mean And Mighty, Rotting Together, Have One

My Prophecy Is But Half His Journey Yet, For Yonder Walls, That Pertly Front Your Town, Yon Towers, Whose Wanton Tops Do Buss The Clouds, Must Kiss Their Own Feet.

The Barge She Sat In, Like A Burnish'd Throne, Burnt On The Water.

I'll Be Supposed Upon A Book, His Face Is The Worst Thing About Him.

Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed. Maids Are May When They Are Maids, But The Sky Changes When They Are Wives.

One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts.