And A Man's Life's No More Than

Sycorax Has Grown Into A Hoop

The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put Me Into A Towering Passion.

So Loving To My Mother, That He Might Not Beteem The Winds Of Heaven, Visit Her Face' Too Roughly.

Fie, Thou Dishonest Satan! I Call Thee By The Most Modest Terms; For I Am One Of Those Gentle Ones That Will Use The Devil Himself With Courtesy: Sayest Thou That House Is Dark?

Too Much To Know Is To Know Nought But Fame; And Every Godfather Can Give A Name.