O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As

Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange Beasts, Which In All Tongues Are Called Fools.

My Nature Is Subdued To What It Works In, Like The Dyer's Hand.

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

Lay Her I' The Earth: And From Her Fair And Unpolluted Flesh May Violets Spring! I Tell Thee, Churlish Priest, A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be, When Thou Liest Howling. Hamlet. What, The Fair Ophelia! Queen Gertrude. Sweets To The Sweet: Farewell!

I Have No Way And Therefore Want No Eyes I Stumbled When I Saw. Full Oft 'tis Seen Our Means Secure Us, And Our Mere Defects Prove Our Commodities.