It Is A Heretic That Makes The

No Beast So Fierce But Knows Some Touch Of Pity. But I Know None, And Therefore Am No Beast.

You Had Measured How Long A Fool You Were Upon The Ground.

I Sat Upon A Promontory, And Heard A Mermaid, On A Dolphin's Back, Uttering Such Dulcet And Harmonious Breath, That The Rude Sea Grew Civil At Her Song; And Certain Stars Shot Madly From Their Spheres, To Hear The Sea-maid's Music.

Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.

He That Has A House To Put's Head In Has A Good Head-piece.