Nay, I Am The Very Pink Of

Ay, That Incestuous, That Adulterate Beast, With Witchcraft Of His Wit, With Traitorous Gifts- O Wicked Wit And Gifts, That Have The Power So To Seduce!

A Fusty Nut With No Kernel.

But Let The Frame Of Things Disjoint, Both The Worlds Suffer, Ere We Will Eat Our Meal In Fear, And Sleep In The Affliction Of These Terrible Dreams That Shake Us Nightly.

Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those Who Win.

There Is A Time In The Affairs Of Men, Which, Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune.