I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.

I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.

Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Ariel's song, scene II, Act I

We must every one be a man of his own fancy.

Do you take me for a sponge, my lord? hamlet: Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again. rosencrantz: I understand you not, my lord. hamlet: I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.