Within The Book And Volume Of Thy

What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is In The Doing.

For There Was Never Yet Philosoper That Could Endure The Toothache Patiently, However They Have Writ The Style Of Gods, And Made A Push At Chance And Sufferance.

What, With My Tongue In Your Tail? Nay, Come Again, Good Kate; I Am A Gentleman.

I Am A Kind Of Burr; I Shall Stick.

This Bud Of Love, By Summer's Ripening Breath, May Prove A Beauteous Flower When Next We Meet