Who Riseth From A Feast With That

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

Frailty, Thy Name Is Woman!

They Lie Deadly That Tell You Have Good Faces.

We Cannot All Be Masters.

We Must Not Stint Our Necessary Actions In The Fear To Cope Malicious Censurers, Which Ever, As Rav'nous Fishes, Do A Vessel Follow That Is New-trimmed, But Benefit No Further Than Vainly Longing.