A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be.

I Am Indeed Not Her Fool, But Her Corrupter Of Words. (act Iii, Sc. I, 37-38)

I'll Fight, Till From My Bones My Flesh Be Hacked.

Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?

My Father's Wit, And My Mother's Tongue, Assist Me!