Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade

It Will Have Blood, They Say; Blood Will Have Blood.

Base Is The Slave That Pays.

I Do Not Hate A Proud Man, As I Do Hate The Engendering Of Toads.

He Says, He Loves My Daughter; I Think So Too; For Never Gaz'd The Moon Upon The Water, As He'll Stand And Read, As 'twere, My Daughter's Eyes: And, To Be Plain, I Think, There Is Not Half A Kiss To Choose, Who Loves Another Best.

No Evil Lost Is Wailed When It Is Gone.