You Kiss By Th' Book.

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man, How Noble In Reason, How Infinite In Faculties, In Form And Moving How Express And Admirable, In Action How Like An Angel, In Apprehension How Like A God.

I Cannot Tell What The Dickens His Name Is.

Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

But Fish Not With This Melancholy Bait For This Fool Gudgeon, This Opinion.

You Cannot Make Gross Sins Look Clear: To Revenge Is No Valour, But To Bear.