How Every Fool Can Play Upon The

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.

I Will Be Master Of What Is Mine Own: She Is My Goods, My Chattels; She Is My House, My Household Stuff, My Field, My Barn, My Horse, My Ox, My Ass, My Any Thing.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.

You Have Her Father's Love, Demetrius; Let Me Have Hermia's: Do You Marry Him!