What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

Let There Be Gall Enough In Thy Ink, Though Thou Write With A Goose-pen, No Matter.

Enjoy The Honey-heavy Dew Of Slumber.

...lest Too Light Winning Make The Prize Light.

Ill Met By Moonlight, Proud Titania

Modest Wisdom Plucks Me From Over-credulous Haste.