Sweet Flowers Are Slow And Weeds Make

The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His Revenges.

O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily Won To Fawn On Any Man!

I Am Your Wife If You Will Marry Me. If Not, I'll Die Your Maid. To Be Your Fellow You May Deny Me, But I'll Be Your Servant Whether You Will Or No.

I Had Rather Chop This Hand Off At A Blow, And With The Other Fling It At Thy Face.

O Helena, Goddess, Nymph, Perfect, Divine! To What, My Love, Shall I Compare Thine Eyne? Crystal Is Muddy. O, How Ripe In Show Thy Lips, Those Kissing Cherries, Tempting Grow!