Nothing Is So Common As The Wish

Adieu! I Have Too Grieved A Heart To Take A Tedious Leave.

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man

To Be Now A Sensible Man, By And By A Fool, And Presently A Beast!

That Which Is Now A Horse, Even With A Thought The Rack Dislimms, And Makes It Indistinct As Water Is In Water

Now The Good Gods Forbid That Our Renowned Rome, Whose Gratitude Towards Her Deserved Children Is Enrolled In Jove's Own Book, Like An Unnatural Dam Should Now Eat Up Her Own!