O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . . She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep.

In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.

New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed.

I have drunk and seen the spider.

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?