If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And

Death, A Necessary End, Will Come When It Will Come

It Is The Witness Still Of Excellency To Put A Strange Face On His Own Perfection.

Make Less Thy Body Hence, And More Thy Grace. Leave Gormandizing.

A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give Before A Sleeping Giant.

Antonio: Will You Stay No Longer? Nor Will You Not That I Go With You? Sebastian: By Your Patience, No. My Stars Shine Darkly Over Me; The Malignancy Of My Fate Might, Perhaps, Distemper Yours; Therefore I Shall Crave Of You Your Leave That I May Bear My Evils Alone. It Were A Bad Recompense For Your Love To Lay Any Of Them On You.