See What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath!

What Is Light, If Sylvia Be Not Seen? What Is Joy If Sylvia Be Not By?

My Love To Thee Is Sound, Sans Crack Or Flaw.

Let Me Tell You, Cassius, You Yourself Are Much Condemned To Have An Itching Palm.

Quote: What Angel Wakes Me From My Flowery Bed?

Where Is Polonius? Hamlet In Heaven. Send Hither To See. If Your Messenger Find Him Not There, Seek Him I' Th' Other Place Yourself. But If Indeed You Find Him Not Within This Month, You Shall Nose Him As You Go Up The Stairs Into The Lobby.