Cursed Be The Hand That Made These

O Tiger's Heart Wrapped In A Woman's Hide!

O, Then I See Queen Mab Hath Been With You. . . . She Is The Fairies’ Midwife, And She Comes In Shape No Bigger Than An Agate Stone On The Forefinger Of An Alderman, Drawn With A Team Of Little Atomi Athwart Men’s Noses As They Lie Asleep.

A Heavy Heart Bears Not A Nimble Tongue.

To Have Seen Much And To Have Nothing Is To Have Rich Eyes And Poor Hands.

Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream