My brain more busy than the labouring spider Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
This thought is as a death.
Love all. Trust a few. Do wrong to none. This above all: to thine own self be true. No legacy is so rich as honesty. Brevity is the soul of wit
Is not the truth the truth?
A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins.
That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.