A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear

Heaven Would That She These Gifts Should Have, And I To Live And Die Her Slave.

How Hard It Is To Hide The Sparks Of Nature!

Being Of No Power To Make His Wishes Good: His Promises Fly So Beyond His State That What He Speaks Is All In Debt; He Owes For Every Word.

There Is Some Soul Of Goodness In Things Evil, Would Men Observingly Distill It Out.

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