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I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows Quite canopied over with luscious woodbine With sweet muskroses and with eglantine. There sleeps Titania sometime of the night Lulled in these flowers with dances and delights.

LEAR: Dost thou call me a fool, boy? FOOL: All thy other titles thou hast given away; that thou wast born with.

Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.

Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me and my life is done.

... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.

Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.