O Heaven! Were Man, But Constant, He

As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May, And As Gorgeous As The Sun In Midsummer.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness, And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite: Therefore Love Moderately— Long Love Doth So.

O, Teach Me How You Look, And With What Art You Sway The Motion Of Demetrius' Heart."-helena

You Are Made Rather To Wonder At The Things You Hear Than To Work Any.

Bell, Book And Candle Shall Not Drive Me Back, When Gold And Silver Becks Me To Come On.