Where Souls Do Couch On Flowers We'll

I Drink To The General Joy O’ The Whole Table." Macbeth

I Am A Kind Of Burr; I Shall Stick.

I Will Through And Through Cleanse The Foul Body Of Th' Infected World, If They Will Patiently Receive My Medicine.

But Shall We Wear These Glories For A Day? Or Shall They Last, And We Rejoice In Them?

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy.