You Speak An Infinite Deal Of Nothing.

The Band That Seems To Tie Their Friendship Together Will Be The Very Strangler Of Their Amity.

I Love A Ballad But Even Too Well If It Be Doleful Matter Merrily Set Down, Or A Very Pleasant Thing Indeed And Sung Lamentably.

I Go, I Go, Look How I Go, Swifter Than An Arrow From A Bow

Love Reasons Without Reason.

Methinks A Father Is At The Nuptial Of His Son A Guest That Best Becomes The Table.