Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.

Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?

The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.*

My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night-- Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about The other four in wondrous motion.

Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!

For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.