A Woman's Thought Runs Before Her Actions.

Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.

They Are In The Very Wrath Of Love, And They Will Go Together. Clubs Cannot Part Them

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

It Is The Witness Still Of Excellency To Put A Strange Face On His Own Perfection.

Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter Fancy.