Be Not Afeard; The Isle Is Full

Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To A Most Dangerous Sea.

O Polished Perturbation! Golden Care! That Keep'st The Ports Of Slumber Open Wide To Many A Watchful Night.

Truth Will Come To Sight; Murder Cannot Be Hid Long.

A Little Water Clears Us Of This Deed.

Tis An Ill Cook That Cannot Lick His Own Fingers.