I Would Not Wish Any Companion In

What, Can The Devil Speak True?

Fie, Fie Upon Her! There's Language In Her Eye, Her Cheek, Her Lip, Nay, Her Foot Speaks; Her Wanton Spirits Look Out At Every Joint And Motive Of Her Body.

Kindness Nobler Ever Than Revenge.

Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If Ever, Now.

He Is Winding The Watch Of His Wit; By And By It Will Strike.