Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's

When Clouds Are Seen Wise Men Put On Their Cloaks; When Great Leaves Fall Then Winter Is At Hand.

The Gloomy Shade Of Death.

Faith, I Have Been A Truant In The Law And Never Yet Could Frame My Will To It, And Therefore Frame The Law Unto My Will.

Listen To Many, Speak To A Few.

I Would Fain Die A Dry Death.