How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

The Rain, It Raineth Every Day.

My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

O Heaven! Were Man, But Constant, He Were Perfect.

Now I Will Believe That There Are Unicorns.

Sir Andrew Ague-cheek: I'll Stay A Month Longer. I Am A Fellow O' The Strangest Mind I' The World; I Delight In Masques And Revels Sometimes Altogether (he's An Oddity In That He Enjoys Having Fun)