The Devil Is A Gentleman.

When Clouds Are Seen Wise Men Put On Their Cloaks; When Great Leaves Fall Then Winter Is At Hand.

Oh What Fools We Mortals Are.

Show Me A Mistress That Is Passing Fair, What Doth Her Beauty Serve But As A Note Where I May Read Who Pass'd That Passing Fair?

So Fair And Foul A Day I Had Not Seen.

Trifles Light As Air Are To The Jealous Confirmations Strong As Proofs Of Holy Writ.