Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird

If You Have Tears, Prepare To Shed Them Now.

O, Beware, My Lord, Of Jealousy; It Is The Green-ey'd Monster, Which Doth Mock The Meat It Feeds On.

O Heaven! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times.

I Am Very Proud, Revengeful, Ambitious, With More Offences At My Beck Than I Have Thoughts To Put Them In, Imagination To Give Them Shape, Or Time To Act Them In.

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies