Tis The Mind That Makes The Body

The Man That Hath No Music In Himself, Nor Is Not Moved With Concord Of Sweet Sounds, Is Fit For Treasons, Stratagems And Spoils.

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.

Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." -- (miranda, I:2)

Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

I Doubt Not Then But Innocence Shall Makefalse Accusation Blush, And Tyrannytremble At Patience.