That affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence.

For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins Shall forth at vast of night that they may work All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.

When the mind's free, The Body's delicate.

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends

And send him many years of sunshine days!

We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villians by compulsion.

Officers, what offence have these men done? DOGBERRY Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.