Some Innocents 'scape Not The Thunderbolt.

Why Should We Rise Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down Because T'was Night?

Too Much Of Water Hast Thou, Poor Ophelia, And Therefore I Forbid My Tears.

Falsehood Falsehood Cures

Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

Ay; Beauty's Princely Majesty Is Such, Confounds The Tongue And Makes The Senses Rough.