Better A Little Chiding Than A Great

Fruits That Blossom First Will First Be Ripe.

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

I Know A Place Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows.

O Coward Conscience, How Dost Thou Afflict Me!

He Was Met Even Now As Mad As The Vex'd Sea; Singing Aloud; Crown'd With Rank Fumiter And Furrow-weeds, With Bur-docks, Hemlock, Nettles, Cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, And All The Idle Weeds That Grow In Our Sustaining Corn.