Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support.

Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.

A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown.

They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.

And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.