I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.

Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.

My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.

If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not

A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.