The Leopard Does Not Change

We Are Such Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of.

If You Love An Addle Egg As Well As You Love An Idle Head, You Would Eat Chickens I' Th' Shell.

O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write, Knowing A Better Spirit Doth Use Your Name, And In The Praise Thereof Spends All His Might To Make Me Tongue-tied Speaking Of Your Fame.

Making Night Hideous.

Give Me To Drink Mandragora.