The Quality Of Nothing Hath

For Youth No Less Becomes The Light And Careless Livery That It Wears, Than Settled Age His Sables, And His Weeds Importing Health And Graveness.

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun.

Thou Knowest, Winter Tames Man, Woman, And Beast.

They Are Sick That Surfeit With Too Much, As They That Starve With Nothing.

There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith.