"There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world . Oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all t..."

"On a day — alack the day! — Love , whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air..."

"Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry..."