Thou Ominous And Fearful Owl Of Death.

I Bear A Charmed Life.

This Sanguine Coward, This Bed-presser, This Horseback-breaker, This Huge Hill Of Flesh!

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.

Now, Neighbor Confines, Purge You Of Your Scum! Have You A Ruffian That Will Swear, Drink, Dance, Revel The Night, Rob, Murder, And Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind Of Ways?

Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." -- (miranda, I:2)