How Low Am I, Thou

There's No More Faith In Thee Than In A Stewed Prune.

A Little Water Clears Us Of This Deed.

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.

The Expedition Of My Violent Love Outrun The Pauser, Reason.

Believe Then, If You Please, That I Can Do Strange Things. [act 5, Scene 2]