Thou Shalt Not Stir One Foot To

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity

Good Hay, Sweet Hay, Hath No Fellow.

What Is Light, If Sylvia Be Not Seen? What Is Joy If Sylvia Be Not By?

Think You A Little Din Can Daunt Mine Ears? Have I Not In My Time Heard Lions Roar? Have I Not Heard The Sea, Puffed Up With Winds, Rage Like An Angry Boar Chafed With Sweat? Have I Not Heard Great Ordinance In The Field, And Heaven's Artillery Thunder In The Skies? Have I Not In A Pitched Battle Heard Loud 'larums, Neighing Steeds, And Trumpets' Clang? And Do You Tell Me Of A Woman's Tongue, That Gives Not Half So Great A Blow To Hear As Will A Chestnut In A Farmer's Fire? Tush! Tush! Fear Boys With Bugs. Grumio: For He Fears None.

Nymph, In Thy Orisons Be All My Sins Remembered!