Put Money In Thy Purse.

This Cold Night Will Turn Us All To Fools And Madmen.

Conceal Me What I Am, And Be My Aid For Such Disguise As Haply Shall Become The Form Of My Intent.

Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue, Nor Any Unproportioned Thought His Act. Be Thou Familiar But By No Means Vulgar.

Out Of My Sight! Thou Dost Infect Mine Eyes.

My Hands Are Of Your Color, But I Shame To Wear A Heart So White.