The Rain, It Raineth Every

For I Can Raise No Money By Vile Means. By Heaven, I Had Rather Coin My Heart, And Drop My Blood For Drachmas

Sycorax Has Grown Into A Hoop

Is It Possible That Love Should Of A Sudden Take Such A Hold?

Have You Not Heard It Said Full Oft, A Woman's Nay Doth Stand For Naught?

Your Face, My Thane, Is As A Book Where Men May Read Strange Matters. To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time; Bear Welcome In Your Eye, Your Hand, Your Tongue: Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under't.