The Play's The Thing.

Beauty Is Bought By Judgement Of The Eye.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness.

You Wear Out A Good Wholesome Forenoon In Hearing A Cause Between An Orange Wife And A Fosset-seller.

O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked, It's Cracked!

Rashly, And Praised Be Rashness For It--let Us Know, Our Indiscretion Sometime Serves Us Well When Our Deep Plots Do Pall, And That Should Learn Us There's A Divinity That Shapes Our Ends, Rough-hew Them How We Will