If The Masses Can Love Without Knowing

Bait The Hook Well. This Fish Will Bite.

A Wicked Conscience Mouldeth Goblins Swift As Frenzy Thoughts.

The Brightness Of Her Cheek Would Shame Those Stars As Daylight Doth A Lamp; Her Eyes In Heaven Would Through The Airy Region Stream So Bright That Birds Would Sing, And Think It Were Not Night.

I Will Do Anything, Nerissa, Ere I'll Be Married To A Sponge.

Man And Wife, Being Two, Are One In Love.