Is She Not Passing Fair?

Tear-falling Pity Dwells Not In This Eye.

When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounc'd It To You, Trippingly On The Tongue.

Stones Have Been Known To Move And Trees To Speak.

Flesh And Blood, You, Brother Mine, That Entertain'd Ambition, Expell'd Remorse And Nature, Who, With Sebastian- Whose Inward Pinches Therefore Are Most Strong- Would Here Have Kill'd Your King, I Do Forgive Thee, Unnatural Though Thou Art.