I Have A Bone To Pick With

O, I Have Suffered With Those That I Saw Suffer! A Brave Vessel (who Had No Doubt Some Noble Creature In Her) Dashed All To Pieces! O, The Cry Did Knock Against My Very Heart! Poor Souls, They Perished!

Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our Judgments, Blind.

The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put Me Into A Towering Passion.

Thou Detestable Maw, Thou Womb Of Death.

O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?