What A Piece Of Work

His Worst Fault Is, He's Given To Prayer; He Is Something Peevish That Way.

Present Fears Are Less Than Horrible Imaginings.

I Hourly Learn A Doctrine Of Obedience.

With This Special Observance, That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature. For Anything So Overdone Is From The Purpose Of Playing, Whose End, Both At The First And Now, Was And Is, To Hold, As 'twere, The Mirror Up To Nature.

Let Men Say We Be Men Of Good Government, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By Our Noble And Chaste Mistress The Moon, Under Whose Countenance We Steal.