What Our Contempts Do Often Hurl From

Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is Method In't.

Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

Why, Thou Deboshed Fish Thou...wilt Thou Tell A Monstrous Lie, Being But Half A Fish And Half A Monster?

Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those Who Win.

These Earthly Godfathers Of Heaven's Lights, That Give A Name To Every Fixed Star, Have No More Profit Of Their Shining Nights Than Those That Walk And Know Not What They Are.