Cowards Die Many Times; A Brave Man

O, Then I See Queen Mab Hath Been With You. . . . She Is The Fairies’ Midwife, And She Comes In Shape No Bigger Than An Agate Stone On The Forefinger Of An Alderman, Drawn With A Team Of Little Atomi Athwart Men’s Noses As They Lie Asleep.

This Above All; To Thine Own Self Be True.

The Art Of Our Necessities Is Strange That Can Make Vile Things Precious.

O Most Delicate Fiend! Who Is't Can Read A Woman? Is There More?

A Woman That Is Like A German Clock, Still A-repairing, Ever Out Of Frame, And Never Going Aright, Being A Watch, But Being Watched That It May Still Go Right!