If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.

One sin another doth provoke.

What the great ones do, the less will prattle of

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

Oh, I am fortune's fool!

I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.

More fools know Jack Fool than Jack Fool knows.