God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay,

I Am Thy Father's Spirit; Doom'd For A Certain Term To Walk The Night And, For The Day, Confin'd To Fast In Fires, Till The Foul Crimes, Done In My Days Of Nature, Are Burnt And Purg'd Away.

Wrong Hath But Wrong, And Blame The Due Of Blame.

Come Unto These Yellow Sands, And Then Take Hands. Curtsied When You Have And Kissed The Wild Waves Whist, Foot Is Featly Here And There; And, Sweet Sprites, The Burden Bear. Ariel's Song, Scene Ii, Act I

To Be Merry Best Becomes You; For, Out Of Question, You Were Born In A Merry Hour.

Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!