The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In

They That Stand High Have Many Blasts To Shake Them.

I Have Touched The Highest Point Of All My Greatness.

Like A Man Made After Supper Of A Cheese-paring: When A' Was Naked, He Was, For All The World, Like A Forked Radish, With A Head Fantastically Carved Upon It With A Knife.

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full Of Pleasure; Let Us Be Jocund