Lords, Knights And Gentlemen, What I Should

Believe Then, If You Please, That I Can Do Strange Things. [act 5, Scene 2]

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.

Love's Heralds Should Be Thoughts, Which Ten Times Faster Glide Than The Sun's Beams Driving Back Shadows Over Low'ring Hills. Therefore Do Nimble-pinioned Doves Draw Love, And Therefore Hath The Wind-swift Cupid Wings.

I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not Haunt Me Thus.

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.