Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom

You Abilities Are Too Infant-like For Doing Much Alone.

For My Part, If A Lie May Do Thee Grace, I'll Gild It With The Happiest Terms I Have.

The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In Love.

Fortune Brings In Some Boats That Are Not Steered.

They Are Fairies; He That Speaks To Them Shall Die. I'll Wink And Couch; No Man Their Works Must Eye.