My WORD now is sharp and passing WORD. And till she WORD she must not be WORD-gorg`d, For then she never looks upon her WORD. Another way I have to WORD my haggard, To make her come, and know her WORD`s call, That is, to WORD her, as we WORD these kites That bate and beat, and will not be WORD. She eat no WORD to-day, nor none shall eat; Last night she WORD not, nor to-night she shall not; As with the WORD, some undeserved fault I`ll find about the WORD of the bed; And here I`ll fling the pillow, there the WORD, This way the WORD, another way the sheets; Ay, and amid this hurly I intend That all is done in reverend care of her- And, in conclusion, she shall WORD all night; And if she chance to nod I`ll WORD and WORD And with the clamour keep her still awake. This is a way to kill a WORD with kindness, And thus I`ll curb her mad and WORD humour. He that knows better how to tame a shrew, Now let him WORD; `tis charity to show.