There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man

I Am Indeed, Sir, A Surgeon To Old Shoes; When They Are In Great Danger I Recover Them.

I Have Pursued Her, As Love Hath Pursued Me

We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On; And Our Little Life Is Rounded With A Sleep.

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.