Ill Met By Moonlight, Proud Titania

But Fish Not With This Melancholy Bait For This Fool Gudgeon, This Opinion.

She Cannot Love, Nor Take No Shape Nor Project Or Affection, She Is So Self-endeared

God Defend Me From That Welsh Fairy, Lest He Transform Me To A Piece Of Cheese!

If't Be Summer News, Smile To't Before; If Winterly, Thou Need'st But Keep That Count'nance Still.

Thou Art Sad; Get Thee A Wife, Get Thee A Wife!