Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.

We Will Have Rings And Things And Fine Array

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.

The Play's The Thing.

Such Tricks Hath Strong Imagination, That, If It Would But Apprehend Some Joy, It Comprehends Some Bringer Of That Joy; Or In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!

Discharge My Followers; Let Them Hence Away, From Richard's Night To Bolingbrooke's Fair Day.