How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!

I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.

Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William Shakespeare

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

Old Time the clock-setter.