Remembrance Of Things Past.

Do You Not Know I Am A Woman? When I Think, I Must Speak.

If't Be Summer News, Smile To't Before; If Winterly, Thou Need'st But Keep That Count'nance Still.

What Is A Man, If His Chief Good And Market Of His Time Be But To Sleep And Feed? A Beast, No More.

They That Have Voice Of Lions And Act Of Hares,--are They Not Monsters?

A Heaven On Earth I Have Won By Wooing Thee.