My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find.

Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.

In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow

He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

My cousin's a fool, and thou art another.