Good Morning To You, Fair

Such Antics Do Not Amount To A Man.

A Great Perturbation In Nature, To Receive At Once The Benefit Of Sleep And Do The Effects Of Watching!

Teach Me, Dear Creature, How To Think And Speak; Lay Open To My Earthy-gross Conceit, Smother'd In Errors, Feeble, Shallow, Weak, The Folded Meaning Of Your Words' Deceit.

Patience Is Sottish, And Impatience Does Become A Dog That's Mad.

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.