How use doth breed a habit in a man.

God send everyone their heart's desire!

You must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.

To be furious, is to be frighted out of fear.

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.

And simple truth miscalled simplicity