Tis No Sin For A Man To

I Was Born Free As Caesar; So Were You

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.

Each Substance Of A Grief Has Twenty Shadows.

Time Doth Transfix The Flourish Set On Youth And Delves The Parallels In Beauty's Brow.

As Flies To Wanton Boys, Are We To The Gods; They Kill Us For Their Sport.