Tis In My Memory Lock'd,

Alas, Our Frailty Is The Cause , Not We! For, Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

It Is A Basilisk Unto Mine Eye, Kills Me To Look On't.

Women Speak Two Languages - One Of Which Is Verbal.

This Sleep Is Sound Indeed; This Is A Sleep That From This Golden Rigol Hath Divorc'd So Many English Kings.

Sir Andrew Ague-cheek: I'll Stay A Month Longer. I Am A Fellow O' The Strangest Mind I' The World; I Delight In Masques And Revels Sometimes Altogether (he's An Oddity In That He Enjoys Having Fun)