It's a bold mouse that nestles in the catts eare.

It's a bold mouse that nestles in the catts eare.

Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?

Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?

Faire language grates not the tongue.

Faire language grates not the tongue.

By hesitation the opportunity is often lost.

By hesitation the opportunity is often lost.

The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and
the trees their leaves.

The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and
the trees their leaves.

'Tis strange, but true: for truth is always strange;
Stranger than fiction.

'Tis strange, but true: for truth is always strange;
Stranger than fiction.

What! upon compulsion? No!

What! upon compulsion? No!

She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret
fire.

She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret
fire.

We can more easily endure that which shames than that which vexes
us.

We can more easily endure that which shames than that which vexes
us.