Unsubstantial Death Is Amorous.

The Horn, The Horn, The Lusty Horn Is Not A Thing To Laugh To Scorn.

If The Boy Have Not A Woman's Gift To Rain A Shower Of Commanded Tears, An Onion Will Do Well For Such A Shift.

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy

The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow