See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The

That Strain Again! It Had A Dying Fall: O, It Came O'er My Ear Like The Sweet Sound That Breathes Upon A Bank Of Violets, Stealing And Giving Odour! Enough; No More: 'tis Not So Sweet As It Was Before.

Wooing, Wedding, And Repenting Is As A Scotch Jig, A Measure, And A Cinque-pace: The First Suit Is Hot And Hasty Like A Scotch Jig--and Full As Fantastical; The Wedding, Mannerly Modest, As A Measure, Full Of State And Ancientry; And Then Comes Repentance And With His Bad Legs Falls Into The Cinque-pace Faster And Faster, Till He Sink Into His Grave.

Reputation Is An Idle And Most False Imposition; Oft Got Without Merit, And Lost Without Deserving.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time.

Let Me Tell You, Cassius, You Yourself Are Much Condemned To Have An Itching Palm.