Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

“So will I turn her virtue into pitch,And out of her own goodness make the netTh…”

“I have not slept.Between the acting of a dreadful thingAnd the first motion, al…”

“Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety.”

“Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such c…”