Good Old Grandsire ... We Shall Be

The Poet's Eye, In A Fine Frenzy Rolling, Doth Glance From Heaven To Earth, From Earth To Heaven.

Love Is Blind, It Stops Lovers Seeing The Silly Things They Do.

It Is A Sin To Be A Mocker.

It Is Not In The Stars To Hold Our Destiny But In Ourselves.

O, Beware, My Lord, Of Jealousy; It Is The Green-ey'd Monster, Which Doth Mock The Meat It Feeds On.