From The Merry Wives of Windsor:
I warrant he hath a thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for different names–sure, more,–and these are of the second edition: he will print them, out of doubt.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
A hundredth stab, I can’t think of a fresh topic to put in here.
Therefore, we will wait until there is a neat one to reshuffle these words to be.
Demand no more sham drafts.