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.

Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.

Venus smiles not in a house of tears.

Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.

Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.

O, how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors.

Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.