We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.

“Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a …”

“Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.”

“I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughterand the Moor are now making …”

“As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.”