My Love's More Richer Than My Tongue.

Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." -- (miranda, I:2)

And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

Poor Wretches That Depend On Greatness' Favor, Dream As I Have Done; Wake, And Find Nothing.

O Thou Invisible Spirit Of Wine, If Thou Has No Name To Be Known By, Let Us Call Thee Devil....o God, That Men Should Put An Enemy In Their Mouths To Steal Away Their Brains! That We Should, With Joy, Pleasance Revel And Applause, Transform Ourselves Into Beasts!

But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes Forget.