I'll moider da bum.

Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask--Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge.

All's well that ends well.

There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy

This figure that thou here seest put, It was for gentle Shakespeare cut, Wherein the graver had a strife With Nature, to outdo the life: Oh, could he but have drawn his wit As well in brass, as he has hit His face, the print would then surpass All that was ever writ in brass; But since he cannot, reader, look Not on his picture, but his book.