Love Is Merely A Madness.

Shall I Not Take Mine Ease In Mine Inn But I Shall Have My Pocket Picked?

Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And I Am One

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineer Hoist With His Own Petar; And't Shall Go Hard But I Will Delve One Yard Below Their Mines And Blow Them At The Moon.

The Play's The Thing, Wherein I'll Catch The Conscience Of The King.

In Friendship, As In Love, We Are Often Happier Through Our Ignorance Than Our Knowledge.