Thou Art Sad; Get Thee A Wife,

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things, Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love.

How Now, Wit! Whither Wander You?

Thou Hast Seen A Farmer's Dog Bark At A Beggar? And The Creature Run From The Cur. There Thou Mightst Behold The Great Image Of Authority-a Dog's Obeyed In Office.

O God, I Could Be Bound In A Nutshell, And Count Myself A King Of Infinite Space – Were It Not That I Have Bad Dreams.

Lovers And Madmen Have Such Seething Brains Such Shaping Fantasies, That Apprehend More Than Cool Reason Ever Comprehends.