How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony

That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

All the world's a stage ... and you better have a zoning variance or it's coming down.

But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.

thus with a kiss I die

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.

A ministering angel shall my sister be.