Love Laughs At Locksmiths.

There's A Divinity That Shapes Our Ends, Rough-hew Them How We Will.

Let There Be Gall Enough In Thy Ink, Though Thou Write With A Goose-pen, No Matter.

I Thank God I Am As Honest As Any Man Living That Is An Old Man And No Honester Than I.

Fairies Use Flowers For Their Charactery.

Fie, Fie Upon Her! There's Language In Her Eye, Her Cheek, Her Lip, Nay, Her Foot Speaks; Her Wanton Spirits Look Out At Every Joint And Motive Of Her Body.