Best Men Oft Are Moulded Out Of

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.

The Lunatic, The Lover, And The Poet, Are Of Imagination All Compact.

My Pride Fell With My Fortunes.

How Far That Little Candle Throws Its Beams! So Shines A Good Deed In A Naughty World.

The Southern Wind Doth Play The Trumpet To His Purposes; And, By His Hollow Whistling In The Leaves, Foretells A Tempest And A Blustering Day.