Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.

Preposterous Ass, That Never Read So Far To Know The Cause Why Music Was Ordain'd! Was It Not To Refresh The Mind Of Man, After His Studies Or His Usual Pain?

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.

In Nature's Infinite Book Of Secrecy A Little I Can Read.

Antonio: Will You Stay No Longer? Nor Will You Not That I Go With You? Sebastian: By Your Patience, No. My Stars Shine Darkly Over Me; The Malignancy Of My Fate Might, Perhaps, Distemper Yours; Therefore I Shall Crave Of You Your Leave That I May Bear My Evils Alone. It Were A Bad Recompense For Your Love To Lay Any Of Them On You.

I Had Rather Eleven Died Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.