All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand
When shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly ‘s done,
When the battle ‘s lost and won
A man can die but once
I do now remember the poor creature, small beer
He hath eaten me out of house and home
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown
Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind as man’s ingratitude
True is it that we have seen better days
Can one desire too much of a good thing?
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
Rio Aubry Taylor presents LIGHTRIOT 