O Wretched State! O Bosom

He's All My Exercise, My Mirth, My Matter.

When Holy And Devout Religious Men Are At Their Beads, 'tis Hard To Draw Them Thence; So Sweet Is Zealous Contemplation.

What Are You Doing Sister? / Killing Swine.

O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And Shame The Devil!

It Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury; Signifying Nothing.