Look, What Envious Streaks Do Lace The

Extremity Is The Trier Of Spirits.

How Far That Little Candle Throws Its Beams! So Shines A Good Deed In A Naughty World.

Your Face Is A Book, Where Men May Read Strange Matters.

Come Unto These Yellow Sands, And Then Take Hands. Curtsied When You Have And Kissed The Wild Waves Whist, Foot Is Featly Here And There; And, Sweet Sprites, The Burden Bear. Ariel's Song, Scene Ii, Act I

I Can No Longer Live By Thinking.