Poison hath residence and medicine power:

For this, being smelt, within that part cheers each part;

Being tasted, stays all senses with the heart.

Two such opposed kings encamp them still

In man as well as herbs-- grace and rude will;

And where the worser is predominant,

Full soon the canker death eats up that plant”

With baleful weeds and precious-juicèd flowers”

May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

Goodnight, goodnight. As sweet repose and rest

Come to thy heart as that within my breast.”

Now will he sit under a medlar tree

And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit

As maids call medlars when they laugh alone. --

O Romeo, that she were, O, that she were

And [open-arse,] thou a pop’rin pear.”

Inherit at my house. Here all, all see,”

Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air

Or dedicate his beauty to the same.

Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,

We would as willingly give cure as know.”

That westward rooteth from this city side,

So early walking did I see your son.

Towards him I made, but he was ’ware

And stole into the covert of the wood”

Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.”

Flower as she was, deflowered by him.”

With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here

I will set up my everlasting rest

And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars

From this world wearied flesh!” (227)

To play ashes, thy eyes’ windows fall

Like death when he shuts up the day of life,” (185)