But men are men; the best sometimes forget.

“Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! S…”

“Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years? O that he were …”

“I will play the swan. And die in music.”

“O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . .She is the fairies’ midwife, a…”