Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
Sleeping or waking, mad or well-advised?
Known unto these, and to myself disguised?
I'll say as they say, and persever so,
And in this mist at all adventures go.

“Things base and vile, holding no quantity,Love can transpose to form and dignit…”

“Tell me where is fancy bred,Or in the heart, or in the head?”

“O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!…”

“We know what we are, but not what we may be.”