Quote: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William Shakespeare

Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.

That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery?