Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Memory, the warder of the brain.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.
O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . . She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep.
Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.