Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

Tis Much When Sceptres Are In Children's Hands, But More When Envy Breeds Unkind Division: There Comes The Ruin, There Begins Confusion.

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

Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.

In Sooth I Know Not Why I Am So Sad. It Wearies Me, You Say It Wearies You; But How I Caught It, Found It, Or Came By It, What Stuff 'tis Made Of, Whereof It Is Born, I Am To Learn.

The Blood Of Youth Burns Not With Such Excess As Gravity's Revolt To Wantonness.