Fore God, You Have Here A Goodly

Captain Of Our Fairy Band, Helena Is Here At Hand, And The Youth, Mistook By Me, Pleading For A Lover's Fee. Shall We Their Fond Pageant See? Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce!

A Woman's Thought Runs Before Her Actions.

A Violet In The Youth Of Primy Nature, Forward, Not Permanent--sweet, Not Lasting; The Perfume And Suppliance Of A Minute; No More.

One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts.