{ The juice of it, on sleeping eyelids laid...}

 { Truly, a peck of provender....}

 { How long within this wood intend you stay? }

 { ...meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the town...}

 { In very likeness of a roasted crab,
And when she drinks, against her lips I bob

 { How shall we beguile the lazy time, if not with some delight?}

 { A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac;....}

 { This green plot shall be our stage....}

{ Four nights will quickly dream away the time; }