I Have Drunk And Seen The Spider.

My Language! Heavens!i Am The Best Of Them That Speak This Speech. Were I But Where 'tis Spoken.

The Glowworm Shows The Matin To Be Near And Gins To Pale His Uneffectual Fire.

But Here's The Joy: My Friend And I Are One, Sweet Flattery!

Good Hamlet, Cast Thy Nighted Colour Off ... Do Not For Ever With Thy Vailed Lids Seek For Thy Noble Father In The Dust.

If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul.