No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So

Look To Her, Moor, If Thou Has Eyes To See. She Has Deceived Her Father, And May Thee.

If It Be True That Good Wine Needs No Bush, 'tis True That A Good Play Needs No Epilogue.

This Fell Sergeant, Death, Is Strict In His Arrest.

All Things That We Ordained Festival Turn From Their Office To Black Funeral-- Our Instruments To Melancholy Bells, Our Wedding Cheer To A Sad Burial Feast; Our Solemn Hymns To Sullen Dirges Change; Our Bridal Flowers Serve For A Buried Corse; And All Things Change Them To The Contrary.

When The Sea Was Calm All Ships Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.