Sycorax Has Grown Into A Hoop

Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

Is Love A Tender Thing? It Is Too Rough, Too Rude, Too Boisterous, And It Pricks Like Thorn.

Leave Us To Our Free Election.

A Plague On Both Your Houses.

And My Poor Fool Is Hanged! No, No, No Life! Why Should A Dog, A Horse, A Rat, Have Life, And Thou No Breath At All? Thou'lt Come No More, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.