As He Was Valiant, I Honour Him.

For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

Tears Harden Lust, Though Marble Wear With Raining.

Through The Forest Have I Gone. But Athenian Found I None, On Whose Eyes I Might Approve This Flower's Force In Stirring Love. Night And Silence.--who Is Here? Weeds Of Athens He Doth Wear: This Is He, My Master Said, Despised The Athenian Maid; And Here The Maiden, Sleeping Sound, On The Dank And Dirty Ground. Pretty Soul! She Durst Not Lie Near This Lack-love, This Kill-courtesy. Churl, Upon Thy Eyes I Throw All The Power This Charm Doth Owe. When Thou Wakest, Let Love Forbid Sleep His Seat On Thy Eyelid: So Awake When I Am Gone; For I Must Now To Oberon.

Zounds! I Was Never So Bethumped With Words Since I First Called My Brother's Father Dad.

One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts.