Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be,

We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick Minds Lie Still.

Opinion, A Sovereign Mistress Of Effects.

The Deep Of Night Is Crept Upon Our Talk, And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

If Love Be Blind, Love Cannot Hit The Mark

It Was A Lover And His Lass, With A Hey, And A Ho, And A Hey Nonino, That O'er The Green Corn-field Did Pass, In The Spring Time, The Only Pretty Ring Time, When Birds Do Sing, Hey Ding A Ding, Ding; Sweet Lovers Love The Spring.