When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips

I Cannot Do It Without Comp[u]ters.

If The Boy Have Not A Woman's Gift To Rain A Shower Of Commanded Tears, An Onion Will Do Well For Such A Shift.

Thou Sodden-witted Lord! Thou Hast No More Brain Than I Have In Mine Elbows.

Enjoy The Honey-heavy Dew Of Slumber.