Give Me My Robe, Put On My

Things Sweet To Taste Prove In Digestion Sour.

For Which Of My Bad Parts Didst Thou First Fall In Love With Me?

Drown Thyself? Drown Cats And Blind Puppies.

There's Never A Villain Dwelling In All Denmark But He's An Arrant Knave.

My Falcon Now Is Sharp And Passing Empty, And Till She Stoop She Must Not Be Full-gorged, For Then She Never Looks Upon Her Lure.