Nay, I Am The Very Pink Of

If You Be King, Why Should Not I Succeed?

Let Witchcraft Join With Beauty, Lust With Both!

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run, That Our Devices Still Are Overthrown; Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own.

A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.

But No Perfection Is So Absolute, That Some Impurity Doth Not Pollute.