Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me

Why What A Fool Was I To This Drunken Monster For A God. - Caliban

To England Will I Steal, And There I'll Steal.

The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Sicklied O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought; And Enterprises Of Great Pitch And Moment, With This Regard, Their Currents Turn Awry, And Lose The Name Of Action.

Tis Better Using France Than Trusting France; Let Us Be Back'd With God, And With The Seas, Which He Hath Given For Fence Impregnable, And With Their Helps Only Defend Ourselves; In Them, And In Ourselves, Our Safety Lies.

Who Is Silvia What Is She, That All Our Swains Commend Her Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She.