In a cowslip's bell I lie.

The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.

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Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 1.

I have no other but a woman's reason:

I think him so, because I think him so.