So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy

You Kiss By Th' Book.

It Is The Very Error Of The Moon; She Comes More Nearer Earth Than She Was Wont, And Makes Men Mad.

To Be Honest, As This World Goes, Is To Be One Man Picked Out Of Ten Thousand.

Bondage Is Hoarse, And May Not Speak Aloud.

Call Me What Instrument You Will, Though You Can Fret Me, You Cannot Play Upon Me.