The Rest, Is Silence.

Time's The King Of Men; He's Both Their Parent, And He Is Their Grave, And Gives Them What He Will, Not What They Crave.

You Have Her Father's Love, Demetrius; Let Me Have Hermia's: Do You Marry Him!

Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty.

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.

Suspicion Always Haunts The Guilty Mind.