I will desist;
...But there is something glows upon my cheek,
And whispers in mine ear, 'Go not till he speak.

“O that I were a mockery king of snowStanding before the sun of BolingbrokeTo me…”

“O, that he were here to write me down an ass! But, masters, remember, that I am…”

“To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I …”

“Why, this is the world's soul; and just of the same piece Is every flatterer's …”