My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The

Those Friends Thou Hast, And Their Adoption Tried, Grapple Them To Thy Soul With Hoops Of Steel; But Do Not Dull Thy Palm With Entertainment Of Each New-hatch'd, Unfledg'd Comrade.

Few Things Loves Better Than To Abhor Himself.

I Can No Longer Live By Thinking.

The Rarer Action Is In Virtue Than In Vengeance.

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