Did Bach ever eatpancakes at midnight?

Reply not to me with a fool-born jest.

Conscience doth make cowards of us all.

Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.

Orr slept. He dreamed. There was no rub.

O ill-starred wench! Pale as your smock!

to pee or not to pee that is the question

Mother, you have my father much offended.

The fiend gives the more friendly counsel.

Oh how Shakespeare would have loved cinema!

[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!

Ambition should be made from sterner stuff.

How much easier it is to be poor than rich.

The curse of true love never did run smooth.

Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.