The Winter's Tale. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3.[77:3]
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3.
O Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall
From Dis's waggon! daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take