I Must Have Liberty Withal, As Large

T'is True: There's Magic In The Web Of It.

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

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.

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.

Have I Caught Thee, My Heavenly Jewel? Why, Now Let Me Die, For I Have Lived Long Enough.