The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress

For Which Of My Bad Parts Didst Thou First Fall In Love With Me?

An Old Black Ram Is Tupping Your White Ewe

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.

She's Beautiful, And Therefore To Be Wooed; She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

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.