Tráigame un cirujano, tengo herido el cerebro.

“You have but mistook me all the while... I live by bread like you, taste grief,…”

“Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.”

“She dreams of him that has forgot her love;You dote on her that cares not for y…”

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