Ay, Is It Not A Language I

If People Knew How Much I Hated Them, They'd Love Me For Holding It In.

Thou Shalt Be Free As Mountain Winds: But Then Exactly Do All Points Of My Command.

The Play's The Thing, Wherein I'll Catch The Conscience Of The King.

Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue, Nor Any Unproportioned Thought His Act. Be Thou Familiar But By No Means Vulgar.

He Was Not So Much Brain As Earwax