O Polished Perturbation! Golden Care! That Keep'st

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.

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

Thou Lump Of Foul Deformity!

No Worse A Husband Than The Best Of Men.

Come Not Between The Dragon And His Wrath.