Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

It Is My Soul That Calls Upon My Name; How Silver-sweet Sound Lovers' Tongues By Night, Like Softest Music To Attending Ears! -romeo

Do You Set Down Your Name In The Scroll Of Youth, That Are Written Down Old With All The Characters Of Age?

And The More Pity That Great Folk Should Have Count'nance In This World To Drown Or Hang Themselves More Than Their Even-christen.

Thou Sodden-witted Lord! Thou Hast No More Brain Than I Have In Mine Elbows.

There Is Some Soul Of Goodness In Things Evil, Would Men Observingly Distill It Out.