In nature's infinite book of secrecyA little I can read.

Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say, Two may keep counsel, putting one away?

I pray you all, If you have hitherto concealed this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still. And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Give it an understanding but no tongue.

Your face, my thane, is a book where menMay read strange matters.

I haven't read the Book of Job yet, but I'm about to.

You kiss by the book.