In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.

I'll teach you differences.

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.

Come not within the measure of my wrath.

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

She is a woman, therefore to be won.

A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.