A Knavish Speech Sleeps In A Fool's

Kiss Me, Kate, We Shall Be Married O'sunday

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips, There Is More Eloquence In A Sugar Touch Of Them Than In The Tongues Of The French Council; And They Should Sooner Persuade Harry Of England Than A General Petition Of Monarchs.

When The Sun Shines Let Foolish Gnats Make Sport, But Creep In Crannies When He Hides His Beams.

Let Me Say Amen Betimes Lest The Devil Cross My Prayer, For Here He Comes In The Likeness Of A Jew.

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun.