A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give

I Can See His Pride Peep Through Each Part Of Him.

For My Part, If A Lie May Do Thee Grace, I'll Gild It With The Happiest Terms I Have.

The Heavens Forbid But That Our Loves And Comforts Should Increase Even As Our Days Do Grow!

One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke. Murder's As Near To Lust As Flame To Smoke.

Hamlet: Is This A Prologue, Or The Posy Of A Ring? Ophelia: 'tis Brief, My Lord. Hamlet: As Woman's Love.