Out, Damned Spot! Out, I Say!

Examine Well Your Blood.

Tears Harden Lust, Though Marble Wear With Raining.

Nymph, In Thy Orisons Be All My Sins Remembered!

Of All Complexions The Culled Sovereignty Do Meet, As At A Fair, In Her Fair Cheek, Where Several Worthies Make One Dignity, Where Nothing Wants That Want Itself Doth Seek.

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'd Shore, So Do Our Minutes, Hasten To Their End.