Shall I never see a bachelor of three score again?
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.
Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King.
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.
I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill.