Daffodils, That Come Before The Swallow Dares,

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

Time, Whose Millioned Accidents Creep In Betwixt Vows, And Change Decrees Of Kings, Tan Sacred Beauty, Blunt The Sharpest Intents, Divert Strong Minds To The Course Of Altering Things.

A Heavier Task Could Not Have Been Impos'd, Than I To Speak My Griefs Unspeakable.

Good Reasons Must Of Force Give Place To Better.

Olivia: What's A Drunken Man Like, Fool? Feste: Like A Drowned Man, A Fool, And A Madman: One Draught Above Heat Makes Him A Fool; The Second Mads Him; And A Third Drowns Him.