Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights

My Falcon Now Is Sharp And Passing Empty, And Till She Stoop She Must Not Be Full-gorged, For Then She Never Looks Upon Her Lure.

Thou Whoreson, Senseless Villain!

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends.

Thrift, Thrift, Horatio! The Funeral Bak'd Meats Did Coldly Furnish Forth The Marriage Tables.

A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give Before A Sleeping Giant.