Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is

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

That Affable Familiar Ghost Which Nightly Gulls Him With Intelligence.

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!

Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The Purpose That You Resolved To Effect.

A Woman Is A Dish For The Gods, If The Devil Dress Her Not.