Let Us Be Diana's Foresters, Gentlemen Of

If Chance Will Have Me King, Why, Chance May Crown Me.

Lay Her I' The Earth: And From Her Fair And Unpolluted Flesh May Violets Spring! I Tell Thee, Churlish Priest, A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be, When Thou Liest Howling. Hamlet. What, The Fair Ophelia! Queen Gertrude. Sweets To The Sweet: Farewell!

And I Will Make It Felony To Drink Small Beer.

Good Wine Needs No Bush.

When Sorrows Come, They Come Not Single Spies, But In Battalions.