O That A Lady, Of One Man

The Quality Of Nothing Hath Not Such Need To Hide Itself

Mine Honour Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honour From Me, And My Life Is Done.

Set Your Heart At Rest. The Fairyland Buys Not The Child Of Me.

'sblood, You Starveling, You Elf-skin, You Dried Neat's Tongue, You Bull's Pizzle, You Stock-fish! O For Breath To Utter What Is Like Thee! You Tailor's-yard, You Sheath, You Bowcase; You Vile Standing-tuck!

Will Fortune Never Come With Both Hands Full, But Write Her Fair Words Still In Foulest Terms?