Why, This Hath Not A Finger's Dignity.

I Know A Bank Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows, Quite Over-canopied With Luscious Woodbine, With Sweet Musk-roses And With Eglantine.

There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.

Which Can Say More Than This Rich Praise, That You Alone Are You?

Love Laughs At Locksmiths.

The Smallest Worm Will Turn Being Trodden On, And Doves Will Peck In Safeguard Of Their Brood.