So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.

He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.

Shakespeare was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of the books to read nature; he looked inward, and found her there.

Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.

Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.

Jealousy's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing medicine; It puts out the disease and makes it show, But has no power to cure.

Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.