Mine Eyes Smell Onions: I Shall Weep

When Most I Wink, Then Do My Eyes Best See

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight; Which Therein Works A Miracle In Nature, Making Them Lightest That Wear Most Of It: So Are Those Crisped Snaky Golden Locks Which Make Such Wanton Gambols With The Wind Upon Supposed Fairness, Often Known To Be The Dowry Of A Second Head, The Skull That Bred Them In The Sepulchre.

In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!

We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth In Us.

This Most Excellent Canopy, The Air, Look You, This Brave O-erhanging Firmament, This Majestical Roof Fretted With Golden Fire.