You Speak An Infinite Deal Of Nothing.

There Is An Old Poor Man,. . . . Oppress'd With Two Weak Evils, Age And Hunger.

But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See

Oppose Not Rage While Rage Is In Its Force, But Give It Way A While And Let It Waste.

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.