What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

He Uses His Folly Like A Stalking-horse, And Under The Presentation Of That He Shoots His Wit.

I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of Humility.

Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain.

You Have Her Father's Love, Demetrius; Let Me Have Hermia's: Do You Marry Him!

But Indeed An Old Religious Uncle Of Mine Taught Me To Speak, Who Was In His Youth An Inland Man; One That Knew Courtship Too Well, For There He Fell In Love. I Have Heard Him Read Many Lectures Against It; And I Thank God I Am Not A Woman, To Be Touched With So Many Giddy Offenses As He Hath Generally Taxed Their Whole Sex Withal.