Jesters Do Oft Prove Prophets.

T'is True: There's Magic In The Web Of It.

I Am Bewitched With The Rogue's Company. If The Rascal Have Not Given Me Medicines To Make Me Love Him, I'll Be Hanged.

Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition

The Smallest Worm Will Turn Being Trodden On, And Doves Will Peck In Safeguard Of Their Brood.

Hal, If I Tell Thee A Lie, Spit In My Face, Call Me Horse.