My Crown Is In My

Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

I Can See His Pride Peep Through Each Part Of Him.

Thou Art A Very Ragged Wart.

O, Beware, My Lord, Of Jealousy; It Is The Green-ey'd Monster, Which Doth Mock The Meat It Feeds On.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine, Whose Weakness, Married To Thy Stronger State, Makes Me With Thy Strength To Communicate.