Nay, I Am The Very Pink Of

Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

Love Adds A Precious Seeing To The Eye.

My Affection Hath An Unknown Bottom, Like The Bay Of Portugal.

Good Name In Man And Woman, Dear My Lord, Is The Immediate Jewel Of Their Souls: Who Steals My Purse Steals Trash; ’tis Something, Nothing; ’twas Mine, ’tis His, And Has Been Slave To Thousands; But He That Filches From Me My Good Name Robs Me Of That Which Not Enriches Him, And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

Every Great Drama Has Its Foreshadow.