Set Honour In One Eye And Death

A Plague Of Sighing And Grief! It Blows A Man Up Like A Bladder.

So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.

My Father Compounded With My Mother Under The Dragon's Tail, And My Nativity Was Under Ursa Major, So That It Follows, I Am Roughand Lecherous. Tut, I Should Have Been That I Am, Had The Maidenliest Star In The Firmament Twinkled On My Bastardizing.

Wert Thou As Far As That Vast Shore Washed With The Farthest Sea, I Would Adventure For Such Merchandise.

Give Me My Robe, Put On My Crown; I Have Immortal Longings In Me.