While Thou Livest Keep A Good Tongue

He That Loves To Be Flattered Is Worthy O' The Flatterer.

He Draweth Out The Thread Of His Verbosity Finer Than The Staple Of His Argument.

You Have But Mistook Me All The While... I Live By Bread Like You, Taste Grief, Feel Want, Need Friends. Conditioned Thus How Can You Call Me King?

In Truth, Fair Montague, I Am Too Fond.

I Know A Bank Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows, Quite Over-canopied With Luscious Woodbine, With Sweet Musk-roses And With Eglantine.