"Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music, Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled.

There's nothing wicked in Shakespeare, and if there is I don't want to know it.
There's nothing wicked in Shakespeare, and if there is I don't want to know it.
There's nothing wicked in Shakespeare, and if there is I don't want to know it.
There's nothing wicked in Shakespeare, and if there is I don't want to know it.