My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.

A light wife doth make a heavy husband.

You are strangely troublesome.

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.

Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

The king's name is a tower of strength.