Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.

Demetrius: Villain, What Hast Thou Done? Aaron: That Which Thou Canst Not Undo. Chiron: Thou Hast Undone Our Mother. Aaron: Villain, I Have Done Thy Mother.

Thrust Your Head Into The Public Street, To Gaze On Christian Fools With Varnish'd Faces.

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds Admit Impediments: Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds.