Love's Best Habit Is A Soothing Tongue

They That Have Voice Of Lions And Act Of Hares,--are They Not Monsters?

In Springtime, The Only Pretty Ring Time Birds Sing, Hey Ding A-ding, A-ding Sweet Lovers Love The Spring—

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.

I Am But Mad North-north-west. When The Wind Is Southerly, I Know A Hawk From A Handsaw.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus Or Thus. Our Bodies Are Our Gardens, To The Which Our Wills Are Gardeners: So That If We Will Plant Nettles, Or Sow Lettuce, Set Hyssop And Weed Up Tine, Supply It With One Gender Of Herbs, Or Distract It With Many, Either To Have It Sterile With Idleness, Or Manured With Industry, Why, The Power And Corrigible Authority Of This Lies In Our Wills.