Haply your eye shall light upon some toy You have desire to purchase.
I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct.
Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapor sometimes like a bear or lion, A towered citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't that nod unto the world And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.
Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound, But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
That bottled spider, that foul bunch-backed toad.
Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace, and lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death.
I can no other answer make but thanks, And thanks.
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devoured As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done.
Remembrance of things past.