Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You,

Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds Of May.

All Things That Are, Are With More Spirit Chased Than Enjoyed.

Then Know, That I Have Little Wealth To Lose. A Man I Am, Crossed With Adversity; My Riches Are These Poor Habiliments, Of Which If You Should Here Disfurnish Me, You Take The Sum And Substance That I Have.

Allow Not Nature More Than Nature Needs.

Glory Grows Guilty Of Detested Crimes.