I Wish You All The Joy That

The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance, And Say What Thou Seest Yond.

The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures] Pain.

Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind Of Ways.

Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.

O God, That Men Should Put An Enemy In Their Mouths To Steal Away Their Brains!" - Cassio (act Ii, Scene Iii)