Come Give Us A Taste Of Your

O, Let My Books Be Then The Eloquence And Dumb Presages Of My Speaking Breast.

And By That Destiny To Perform An Act Whereof What's Past Is Prologue, What To Come In Yours And My Discharge.

Read O'er This And After, This, And Then To Breakfast With What Appetite You Have.

I Have Drunk And Seen The Spider.

From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring, When Proud Pied April, Dressed In All His Trim, Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Every Thing.