I will do anything ... ere I'll be married to a sponge.

“The summer's flower is to the summer sweetThough to itself it only live and die”

“Put on what weary negligence you please,You and your fellows; I'll have it come…”

“Men must endureTheir going hence, even as their coming hither.Ripeness is all.”

“O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?O, stay and hear; your true love's comin…”