Taste Your Legs, Sire: Put Them Into

Well, While I Live I'll Fear No Other Thing So Sore As Keeping Safe Nerissa's Ring.

Every Subject's Duty Is The Kings, But Every Subject's Soul Is His Own.

Nymph, In Thy Orisons Be All My Sins Remembered!

Like A Red Morn That Ever Yet Betokened, Wreck To The Seaman, Tempest To The Field, Sorrow To The Shepherds, Woe Unto The Birds, Gusts And Foul Flaws To Herdmen And To Herds.

Do You Set Down Your Name In The Scroll Of Youth, That Are Written Down Old With All The Characters Of Age?