Woah Is Me To Have Seen What

O Helena, Goddess, Nymph, Perfect, Divine! To What, My Love, Shall I Compare Thine Eyne? Crystal Is Muddy. O, How Ripe In Show Thy Lips, Those Kissing Cherries, Tempting Grow!

The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.

His Jest Will Savour But Of Shallow Wit, When Thousands Weep, More Than Did Laugh At It.

Be Checked For Silence, But Never Taxed For Speech.

And Makes Me Poor Indeed.