And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.

I Am Indeed Not Her Fool, But Her Corrupter Of Words. (act Iii, Sc. I, 37-38)

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story

There Is None Of My Uncle's Marks Upon You; He Taught Me How To Know A Man In Love; In Which Cage Of Rushes I Am Sure You Are Not Prisoner.