Teeth Hadst Thou In Thy Head When

A Very Little Little Let Us Do And All Is Done.

The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.

...and Then, In Dreaming, / The Clouds Methought Would Open And Show Riches / Ready To Drop Upon Me, That When I Waked / I Cried To Dream Again.

Cowards Die Many Times; A Brave Man Dies But Once.

All Fancy-sick She Is And Pale Of Cheer, With Sighs Of Love, That Costs The Fresh Blood Dear.