Dreams Are The Children Of Idled Minds.

I Must Be Cruel Only To Be Kind; Thus Bad Begins, And Worse Remains Behind.

And Therefore, — Since I Cannot Prove A Lover, To Entertain These Fair Well-spoken Days, — I Am Determined To Prove A Villain, And Hate The Idle Pleasures Of These Days.

God Defend Me From That Welsh Fairy, Lest He Transform Me To A Piece Of Cheese!

For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter Cold, And I Am Sick At Heart.

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.