Their Lips Were Four Red Roses On

All Furnished, All In Arms; All Plum'd Like Estridges That With The Wind Bated Like Eagles Having Lately Bathed; Glittering In Golden Coats Like Images; As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May And Gorgeous As The Sun At Midsummer; Wanton As Youthful Goats, Wild As Young Bulls.

How Use Doth Breed A Habit In A Man.

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Mearly Players.

Suit The Action To The Word : The Word To The Action : With This Special Observance That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature.

How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!