Speak, My Fair, And Fairly, I Pray

And Thus I Clothe My Naked Villainy With Odd Old Ends Stol'n Out Of Holy Writ; And Seem A Saint, When Most I Play The Devil.

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World.

And All My Mother Came Into Mine Eyes And Gave Me Up To Tears.

Could Beauty, My Lord, Have Better Commerce Than With Honesty?

A King Of Infinite Space