The apparel oft proclaims the man

“Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a thousand salads ere we light…”

“She that was ever fair and never proud,Had tongue at will and yet was never lou…”

“Can I go forward when my heart is here?Turn back, dull earth, and find thy cent…”

“There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.”