Will You Walk Out Of The Air,

How Lush And Lusty The Grass Looks! How Green!

My Affection Hath An Unknown Bottom, Like The Bay Of Portugal.

He Is As Full Of Valor As Of Kindness. Princely In Both.

Hath Romeo Slain Himself? Say Thou But Ay, And That Bare Vowel Ay Shall Poison More Than The Death-darting Eye Of Cockatrice. I Am Not I,if There Be Such An Ay, Or Those Eyes Shut,that Make Thee Answer Ay: If He Be Slain Say Ay,or If Not,no: Brief Sounds,determine Of My Weal Or Woe.

Take Physic, Pomp; Expose Thyself To Feel What Wretches Feel, That Thou Mayst Shake The Superflux To Them And Show The Heavens More Just.