Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our

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

A Pox O’ Your Throat, You Bawling, Blasphemous, Incharitable Dog!

And I Will Make It Felony To Drink Small Beer.

There's Rosemary, That's For Remembrance; Pray You, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts. There's Fennel For You, And Columbines: — There 's Rue For You; And Here's Some For Me: — We May Call It, Herb Of Grace O'sundays: — You May Wear Your Rue With A Difference. — There's A Daisy: — I Would Give You Some Violets; But They Withered All, When My Father Died: — They Say, He Made A Good End.

Romeo: I Dreamt A Dream Tonight. Mercutio: And So Did I. Romeo: Well, What Was Yours? Mercutio: That Dreamers Often Lie. Romeo: In Bed Asleep While They Do Dream Things True.