Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies

How Lush And Lusty The Grass Looks! How Green!

O, Thou Hast Damnable Iteration; And Art, Indeed, Able To Corrupt A Saint.

I Myself Am Best When Least In Company.

O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth? What Is Thy Soul Of Adoration? Art Thou Aught Else But Place, Degree, And Form, Creating Awe And Fear In Other Men?

Sigh No More, Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever,- One Foot In Sea And One On Shore, To One Thing Constant Never.