A Good Old Man, Sir. He Will

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles: Infected Minds To Their Deaf Pillows Will Discharge Their Secrets.

Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

It Was A Lover And His Lass, With A Hey, And A Ho, And A Hey Nonino, That O'er The Green Corn-field Did Pass, In The Spring Time, The Only Pretty Ring Time, When Birds Do Sing, Hey Ding A Ding, Ding; Sweet Lovers Love The Spring.

And In The Morn And Liquid Dew Of Youth, Contagious Blastments Are Are Most Imminent.

I Do Not Hate A Proud Man, As I Do Hate The Engendering Of Toads.