Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies

I Know A Place Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows.

What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?

For In The Fatness Of These Pursy Times Virtue Itself Of Vice Must Pardon Beg.

Full Of Wise Saws And Modern Instances.

Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.