I Will Do Anything, Nerissa, Ere I'll

Canst Thou Not Minister To A Mind Diseased, Pluck From The Memory A Rooted Sorrow, Raze Out The Written Troubles Of The Brain

Murder Most Foul, As In The Best It It; But This Most Foul, Strange, And Unnatural.

The Hand That Hath Made You Fair Hath Made You Good.

An Honest Tale Speeds Best Being Plainly Told.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time.