Nor Age So Eat Up My Invention.

On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly After Summer Merrily.

Your Hearts Are Mighty, Your Skins Are Whole.

If After Every Tempest Come Such Calms, May The Winds Blow Till They Have Waken'd Death!

Wherefore Was I To This Keen Mockery Born? When At Your Hands Did I Deserve This Scorn? Is't Not Enough, Is't Not Enough, Young Man, That I Did Never, No, Nor Never Can, Deserve A Sweet Look From Demetrius' Eye, But You Must Flout My Insufficiency?

Unhappy That I Am, I Cannot Heave My Heart Into My Mouth.