Get Thee To A Nunnery.

Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.

So Get The Start Of The Majestic World And Bear The Palm Alone.

Wooing, Wedding, And Repenting Is As A Scotch Jig, A Measure, And A Cinque-pace: The First Suit Is Hot And Hasty Like A Scotch Jig--and Full As Fantastical; The Wedding, Mannerly Modest, As A Measure, Full Of State And Ancientry; And Then Comes Repentance And With His Bad Legs Falls Into The Cinque-pace Faster And Faster, Till He Sink Into His Grave.

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.

What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It After The Roman Fashion.