The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures]

To Think But Nobly Of My Grandmother: Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons.

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

My Purpose Is, Indeed, A Horse Of That Color.

This Blessèd Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England This Nurse, This Teeming Womb Of Royal Kings, . . . This Land Of Such Dear Souls, This Dear Dear Land.

Methought I Was Enamour'd Of An Ass.