Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And

The Big Round Tears Cours'd One Another Down His Innocent Nose, In Piteous Chase.

Being Daily Swallowed By Men's Eyes, They Surfeited With Honey And Began To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof A Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much. So, When He Had Occasion To Be Seen, He Was But As The Cuckoo Is In June. Heard, Not Regarded.

I Can No Longer Live By Thinking.

I 'gin To Be Aweary Of The Sun, And Wish Th' Estate O' Th' World Were Now Undone.

What Our Contempts Do Often Hurl From Us, We Wish It Ours Again.