Mine Eyes Smell Onions: I

Thou Hast Most Traitorously Corrupted The Youth Of The Realm In Erecting A Grammar School.

We, Ignorant Of Ourselves, Beg Often Our Own Harms, Which The Wise Powers Deny Us For Our Good; So Find We Profit By Losing Of Our Prayers.

Good Fortune Then! To Make Me Blest Or Cursed'st Among Men.

Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed.

This Sleep Is Sound Indeed; This Is A Sleep That From This Golden Rigol Hath Divorc'd So Many English Kings.