Misery Acquaints A Man With Strange Bedfellows.

O, That Our Fathers Would Applause Our Loves, To Seal Our Happiness With Hteir Consents!

If The Boy Have Not A Woman's Gift To Rain A Shower Of Commanded Tears, An Onion Will Do Well For Such A Shift.

Pardon, Gentles All, The Flat Unraised Spirits That Have Dared On This Unworthy Scaffold To Bring Forth So Great An Object.

Fairies Use Flowers For Their Charactery.

Ambition Should Be Made Of Sterner Stuff.