Such Men As He Be Never At

Come Unto These Yellow Sands, And Then Take Hands. Curtsied When You Have And Kissed The Wild Waves Whist, Foot Is Featly Here And There; And, Sweet Sprites, The Burden Bear. Ariel's Song, Scene Ii, Act I

I And My Bosom Must Debate Awhile, And Then I Would No Other Company.

What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine Eyes!

To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror Up To Nature.

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.