Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
The which in every language I pronounce,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

“Kissing with golden face the meadows green,Gilding pale streams with heavenly a…”

“Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor-John.”

“Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?Sleeping or waking, mad or well-advised?Kn…”

“I long to hear the story of your life, which must captivate the ear strangely.”