Plenty And Peace Breed Cowards; Hardness Ever

O, Then I See Queen Mab Hath Been With You. . . . She Is The Fairies’ Midwife, And She Comes In Shape No Bigger Than An Agate Stone On The Forefinger Of An Alderman, Drawn With A Team Of Little Atomi Athwart Men’s Noses As They Lie Asleep.

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.

Thou Knowest, Winter Tames Man, Woman, And Beast.

O, Grief Hath Changed Me Since You Saw Me Last, And Careful Hours With Time's Deformed Hand Have Written Strange Defeatures In My Face. But Tell Me Yet, Dost Thou Not Know My Voice?

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.