I Have Heard Of Your

Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights With Sleep.

Ha. "against My Will I Am Sent To Bid You Come Into Dinner." There's A Double Meaning In That. -benedick (much Ado)

Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment For It.

I Had Rather Chop This Hand Off At A Blow, And With The Other Fling It At Thy Face.

'tis Dangerous To Take A Cold, To Sleep, To Drink; But I Tell You, My Lord Fool, Out Of This Nettle, Danger, We Pluck This Flower, Safety.