I Can Call Spirits From The Vasty

An Old Black Ram Is Tupping Your White Ewe

O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!

I Have Supped Full With Horrors.

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.

But Miserable Most, To Love Unloved? This You Should Pity Rather Than Despise