The Hand That Hath Made You Fair

Hate Pollutes The Mind.

Your Date Is Better In Your Pie And Your Porridge Than In Your Cheek.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness, And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite: Therefore Love Moderately— Long Love Doth So.

Give Me To Drink Mandragora.

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