Good Hay, Sweet Hay, Hath No Fellow.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends.

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounc'd It To You, Trippingly On The Tongue.

How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time Is Broke, And No Proportion Kept!

Kindness Nobler Ever Than Revenge.

But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And Life Time's Fool.