O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

A young man married is a man that's marred.

Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great image of authority-a dog's obeyed in office.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.

Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.