Art made tongue-tied by authority.
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)
Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.
You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness!