The Soul Of This Man Is His

Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter!

When The Sun Shines Let Foolish Gnats Make Sport, But Creep In Crannies When He Hides His Beams.

O, Here Will I Set Up My Everlasting Rest, And Shake The Yoke Of Inauspicious Stars From This World-wearied Flesh. Eyes, Look Your Last! Arms, Take Your Last Embrace! And, Lips, O You The Doors Of Breath, Seal With A Righteous Kiss A Dateless Bargain To Engrossing Death!

Having Nothing, Nothing Can He Lose.

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