I Have Pursued Her, As Love Hath

Time Is The Old Justice That Examines All Such Offenders, And Let Time Try.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.

No Man's Pie Is Freed From His Ambitious Finger.

Our Remedies Oft In Ourselves Do Lie, Which We Ascribe To Heaven.

There Is A River In Macedon, And There Is Moreover A River In Monmouth. It Is Called Wye At Monmouth, But It Is Out Of My Prains What Is The Name Of The Other River; But 'tis All One, 'tis Alike As My Fingers Is To My Fingers, And There Is Salmons In Both.