Avaunt, You Cullions!

O England! Model To Thy Inward Greatness, Like Little Body With A Might Heart.

Of All Base Passions, Fear Is The Most Accursed.

They Are Fairies; He That Speaks To Them Shall Die. I'll Wink And Couch; No Man Their Works Must Eye.

Do You Not Know I Am A Woman? When I Think, I Must Speak.

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.