O Teach Me How I Should Forget

I Will Do Anything, Nerissa, Ere I'll Be Married To A Sponge.

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster

We May Outrun By Violent Swiftness And Lose By Over-running.

I Have Heard Of Your Paintings Too, Well Enough; God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourselves Another: You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp, And Nick-name God's Creatures, And Make Your Wantonness Your Ignorance. Go To, I'll No More On't; It Hath Made Me Mad.

Foul Whisp'rings Are Abroad.