We Will Meet; And There We May

Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me Shun That.

To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much.

Though It Make The Unskillful Laugh, Cannot But Make The Judicious Grieve.

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.

How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem By That Sweet Ornament Which Truth Doth Give!