Which Can Say More Than This Rich

For What Is Wedlock Forced But A Hell, An Age Of Discord And Continual Strife? Whereas The Contrary Bringeth Bliss, And Is A Pattern Of Celestial Peace.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine. I Have Not That Alacrity Of Spirit Nor Cheer Of Mind That I Was Wont To Have.

I Scorn You, Scurvy Companion.

Here Is A Rural Fellow That Will Not Be Denied Your Highness' Presence: He Brings You Figs.

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!