Old Time The Clock-setter.

I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose Music, To My Thinking, Pleased The King.

Yet Who Would Have Thought The Old Man To Have Had So Much Blood In Him? - Lady Macbeth

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

Nor Stony Tower, Nor Walls Of Beaten Brass, Nor Airless Dungeon, Nor Strong Links Of Iron, Can Be Retentive To The Strength Of Spirit; But Life, Being Weary Of These Worldly Bars, Never Lacks Power To Dismiss Itself.

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.