Would The Cook Were O' My Mind!

I Do Not Hate A Proud Man, As I Do Hate The Engendering Of Toads.

Truly, I Would Not Hang A Dog By My Will, Much More A Man Who Hath Any Honesty In Him.

...and Then, In Dreaming, / The Clouds Methought Would Open And Show Riches / Ready To Drop Upon Me, That When I Waked / I Cried To Dream Again.

Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A Crown.

How Hard It Is To Hide The Sparks Of Nature!