Nay, I Am The Very Pink Of

Thy Head Is As Full Of Quarrels As An Egg Is Full Of Meat, And Yet Thy Head Hath Been Beaten As Addle As An Egg For Quarrelling.

Good Night, Good Night! Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow, That I Shall Say Good Night Till It Be Morrow.

Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!

But Men May Construe Things After Their Fashion, Clean From The Purpose Of The Things Themselves.

I Say There Is No Darkness But Ignorance.