The Course Of True Love Never Did

Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp Of Truth.

If Music Be The Food Of Love, Play On, Give Me Excess Of It; That Surfeiting, The Appetite May Sicken, And So Die.

Crowns Have Their Compass-length Of Days Their Date- Triumphs Their Tomb-felicity, Her Fate- Of Nought But Earth Can Earth Make Us Partaker, But Knowledge Makes A King Most Like His Maker.

A Very Little Thief Of Occasion Will Rob You Of A Great Deal Of Patience.

Vice Repeated Is Like The Wandering Wind, Blows Dust In Others' Eyes To Spread Itself.