[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!

“Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all,What hast thou then more than th…”

“Where lies your text?Viola: In Orsino's bosom.Olivia: In his bosom! In what cha…”

“Sometime [Queen Mab] driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutti…”

“Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, to comfort thee, though thou art banished.”