I Were Better To Be Eaten To

Let Not Our Babbling Dreams Affright Our Souls; Conscience Is But A Work That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe: Our Strong Arms Be Our Conscience, Swords Our Law!

Come Unto These Yellow Sands, And Then Take Hands. Curtsied When You Have And Kissed The Wild Waves Whist, Foot Is Featly Here And There; And, Sweet Sprites, The Burden Bear. Ariel's Song, Scene Ii, Act I

No Worse A Husband Than The Best Of Men.

Use Every Man After His Desert, And Who Should Scape Whipping?

What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It After The Roman Fashion.