Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.

“O, that he were here to write me down an ass! But, masters, remember, that I am…”

“Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against m…”

“Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us that are squires of the …”

“Come and take choice of all my library and so beguile thy sorrow.”