Two Stars Keep Not Their

You Have Lost No Reputation At All, Unless You Repute Yourself Such A Loser.

For Honesty Coupled To Beauty, Is To Have Honey A Sauce To Sugar.

Let Us Our Lives, Our Souls, Our Debts, Our Careful Wives, Our Children, And Our Sins, Lay On The King!

I Am Not Yet Of Percy's Mind, The Hotspur Of The North; He That Kills Me Some Six Or Seven Dozen Of Scots As A Breakfast, Washes His Hands, And Says To His Wife, 'fie Upon This Quiet Life! I Want Work.

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.