A Great Cause Of The Night Is

Madam, You Have Bereft Me Of All Words, Only My Blood Speaks To You In My Veins.

Now 'tis Spring, And Weeds Are Shallow-rooted; Suffer Them Now And They'll O'ergrow The Garden.

A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

Thou Seest I Have More Flesh Than Another Man, And Therefore More Frailty.