I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But

Call Me What Instrument You Will, Though You Can Fret Me, You Cannot Play Upon Me.

O! She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright It Seems She Hangs Upon The Cheek Of Night Like A Rich Jewel In An Ethiop's Ear; Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear. - Romeo -

O, How Full Of Briers Is This Working-day World!

Marry, Sir, They Praise Me And Make An Ass Of Me. Now My Foes Tell Me Plainly I Am An Ass; So That By My Foes, Sir, I Profit In The Knowledge Of Myself, Any By My Friends I Am Abused; So That, Conclusions To Be As Kisses, If Your Four Negatives Make Your Two Affirmatives, Why Then, The Worse For My Friends, And The Better For My Foes.

I Know A Place Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows.