My Salad Days, When I Was Green

I'll Be Supposed Upon A Book, His Face Is The Worst Thing About Him.

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.

Here Is A Rural Fellow That Will Not Be Denied Your Highness' Presence: He Brings You Figs.

So Holy And So Perfect Is My Love, And I In Such A Poverty Of Grace, That I Shall Think It A Most Plenteous Crop To Glean The Broken Ears After The Man That The Main Harvest Reaps.

Out Of This Nettle - Danger - We Pluck This Flower - Safety.