Away! Thou'rt Poison To My Blood.

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster; But I'll Take My Oath On It, Till He Have Made An Oyster Of Me He Shall Never Make Me Such A Fool.

So Doth The Greater Glory Dim The Less: A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By.

For What Good Turn? Messenger: For The Best Turn Of The Bed.

And What’s He Then That Says I Play The Villain?

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy That It Alone Is High Fantastical.