A High Hope For A Low Heaven:

Henceforth, I'll Bear Affliction Till It Do Cry Out Itself, 'enough, Enough, And Die.

Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You Should Mar Your Fortunes.

You Have Her Father's Love, Demetrius; Let Me Have Hermia's: Do You Marry Him!

I Have Drunk And Seen The Spider.

Unless The Old Adage Must Be Verified, That Beggars Mounted, Run Their Horse To Death.