Oh What Fools We Mortals Are.

A Man May See How This World Goes With No Eyes. Look With Thine Ears: See How Yond Justice Rails Upon Yon Simple Thief. Hark, In Thine Ear: Change Places; And, Handy-dandy, Which Is The Justice, Which Is The Thief?

I Dote On His Very Absence.

Believe Then, If You Please, That I Can Do Strange Things. [act 5, Scene 2]

Make Less Thy Body Hence, And More Thy Grace. Leave Gormandizing.

Let Me, If Not By Birth, Have Lands By Wit; All With Me's Meet That I Can Fashion Fit.