Every Great Drama Has Its Foreshadow.

And Do So, Love, Yet When They Have Devised What Strainèd Touches Rhetoric Can Lend, Thou, Truly Fair, Wert Truly Sympathized In True Plain Words By Thy True-telling Friend; And Their Gross Painting Might Be Better Used Where Cheeks Need Blood; In Thee It Is Abused.

Fools Are As Like Husbands As Pilchards Are To Herrings, The Husband's The Bigger.

Ay, Is It Not A Language I Speak?

A Hand As Fruitful As The Land That Feeds Us; His Dew Falls Everywhere.

Small Cheer And Great Welcome Makes A Merry Feast.