The Devil Is A Gentleman.

Time Travels In Divers Paces With Divers Persons.

Do You Bite Your Thumb At Us, Sir?

The Play's The Thing, Wherein I'll Catch The Conscience Of The King.

Affection, Mistress Of Passion, Sways It To The Mood Of What It Likes Or Loathes.

Their Lips Were Four Red Roses On A Stalk.