Be To Yourself As You Would To

Small Herbs Have Grace, Great Weeds Do Grow Apace.

On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly After Summer Merrily.

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.

Thou Detestable Maw, Thou Womb Of Death.

The Barge She Sat In, Like A Burnish'd Throne, Burnt On The Water.