A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting;
The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
No more.

“We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.”

“WILL YOU YIELD AND THIS AVOID, OR GUILTY IN DEFENSE BE THUS DESTROY'D?”

“Men should be what they seem.”

“Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:It was the nightingale, and not the l…”