Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In

My Crown Is In My Heart, Not On My Head; Not Decked With Diamonds And Indian Stones, Nor To Be Seen: My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown It Is That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure Deafness.

Tis Ever Common That Men Are Merriest When They Are From Home.

Men's Faults Do Seldom To Themselves Appear.

Daffodils, That Come Before The Swallow Dares, And Take The Winds Of March With Beauty.