Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music.

I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.

He makes a July's day short as December.