Thou Hast The Most Unsavoury Similes.

More Fools Know Jack Fool Than Jack Fool Knows.

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun.

Men Of Few Words Are The Best Men." (3.2.41)

A Book? O, Rare One, Be Not, As Is Our Fangled World, A Garment Nobler Than That It Covers.

You Told A Lie, An Odious Damned Lie; Upon My Soul, A Lie, A Wicked Lie.