I'll Teach You Differences.

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

O, Then I See Queen Mab Hath Been With You. . . . She Is The Fairies’ Midwife, And She Comes In Shape No Bigger Than An Agate Stone On The Forefinger Of An Alderman, Drawn With A Team Of Little Atomi Athwart Men’s Noses As They Lie Asleep.

I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not Haunt Me Thus.

Hopeless And Helpless Doth Egeon Wend, But To Procrastinate His Liveless End.

Wisdom Cries Out In The Streets, And No Man Regards It.