Lions Make Leopards Tame.

My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

Away, You Mouldy Rogue, Away!

Ay Me! For Aught That I Could Ever Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. But, Either It Was Different In Blood,- Or Else It Stood Upon The Choice Of Friends,- Or, If There Were A Sympathy In Choice, War, Death, Or Sickness Did Lay Siege To It.

Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.

What Is Past Is Prologue.