He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.

I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.

My stars shine darkly over me

Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery?

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.