Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those Who

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.

Were All The Letters Sun, I Could Not See One.

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

April ... Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Everything.

Wisely, And Slow. They Stumble That Run Fast.