O, Full Of Scorpions Is My Mind!

Swear Me, Kate, Like A Lady As Thou Art, A Good Mouth-filling Oath.

I Had Rather Live With Cheese And Garlic In A Windmill.

O Helena, Goddess, Nymph, Perfect, Divine! To What, My Love, Shall I Compare Thine Eyne? Crystal Is Muddy. O, How Ripe In Show Thy Lips, Those Kissing Cherries, Tempting Grow!

Value Dwells Not In Particular Will; It Holds His Estimate And Dignity As Well Wherein 'tis Precious Of Itself As In The Prizer.

So Foul And Fair A Day I Have Not Seen.