By The Pricking Of My Thumbs, Something

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

You Shall More Command With Years Than With Your Weapons.

What Power Is It Which Mounts My Love So High, That Makes Me See, And Cannot Feed Mine Eye

For The Success, Although Particular, Shall Give A Scantling Of Good Or Bad Unto The General; And In Such Indexes, Although Small Pricks To Their Subsequent Volumes, There Is Seen The Baby Figure Of The Giant Mass Of Things To Come At Large.

No Sooner Met But They Looked; No Sooner Looked But They Loved; No Sooner Loved But They Sighed; No Sooner Sighed But They Asked One Another The Reason; No Sooner Knew The Reason But They Sought The Remedy; And In These Degrees Have They Made A Pair Of Stairs To Marriage.