The Winter's Tale, Act IV, Sc. III
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
The Winter's Tale, Act IV, Sc. IV
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
The Winter's Tale, Act I, Sc. II
They say we are
Almost as like as eggs.
The Winter's Tale, Act III, Sc. II
What's gone and what's past help
Should be past grief.
The Winter's Tale, Act IV, Sc. III
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
The Winter's Tale, Act IV, Sc. IV
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.
The Winter's Tale, Act IV, Sc. IV
When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that.

