One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell

Do Not Speak Like A Death's-head, Do Not Bid Me Remember Mine End.

The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.

The Rose Looks Fair, But Fairer We It Deem For That Sweet Odour Which Doth In It Live.

Upon His Royal Face There Is No Note How Dread An Army Hath Enrounded Him.

O, What A World Of Vile Ill-favored Faults, Looks Handsome In Three Hundred Pounds A Year!