Conceit In Weakest Bodies Works The Strongest.

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

This Is Some Fellow, Who Having Been Prais'd For Bluntness, Doth Affect A Saucy Roughness And Constrains The Garb Quite From His Nature: He Can't Flatter, He! An Honest Mind And Plain,--he Must Speak Truth! And They Will Take It So; If Not He's Plain. These Kind Of Knaves I Know, Which In This Plainness Harbor More Craft, And Far Corrupter Ends, Than Twenty Silly, Ducking Observants, That Stretch Their Duty Nicely.

Grace And Remembrance Be To You Both.

A Thousand Kisses Buys My Heart From Me; And Pay Them At Thy Leisure, One By One.

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun.