A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.

This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.

Love is . . . a madness most discreet

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Bait the hook well. This fish will bite.