A Very Scurvy Fellow.

Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!

All Things Are Ready, If Our Mind Be So.

Full Many A Glorious Morn I Have Seen Flatter The Mountain-tops With Sovereign Eye, Kissing With Golden Face The Meadows Green, Gilding Pale Streams With Heavenly Alchemy.

I Hold Him But A Fool That Will Endanger His Body For A Girl That Loves Him Not.

Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.