That Affable Familiar Ghost Which Nightly Gulls

O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked, It's Cracked!

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

What, With My Tongue In Your Tail? Nay, Come Again, Good Kate; I Am A Gentleman.

He That Has A House To Put's Head In Has A Good Head-piece.

Tongues I'll Hang On Every Tree That Shall Civil Sayings Show. . . .