Remembrance Of Things Past.

Thou Hast Nor Youth Nor Age But As It Were An After Dinner Sleep Dreaming Of Both.

Small Cheer And Great Welcome Makes A Merry Feast.

Fair, Kind, And True, Have Often Lived Alone.

There's Her Cousin, An She Were Not Possessed With A Fury, Exceeds Her As Much In Beauty As The First Of May Doth The Last Of December.

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.