You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp.

Dreams, Indeed, Are Ambition; For The Very Substance Of The Ambitious Is Merely The Shadow Of A Dream. And I Hold Ambition Of So Airy And Light A Quality That It Is But A Shadow's Shadow.

After Your Death You Were Better Have A Bad Epitaph Than Their Ill Report While You Live.

And Therefore, — Since I Cannot Prove A Lover, To Entertain These Fair Well-spoken Days, — I Am Determined To Prove A Villain, And Hate The Idle Pleasures Of These Days.

A Woman's Fitness Comes By Fits.

Thou Frothy Tickle-brained Hedge-pig!