Your Gentleness Shall Force More Than Your

Sycorax Has Grown Into A Hoop

Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle.

He Is The Half Part Of A Blessed Man, Left To Be Finished By Such As She; And She A Fair Divided Excellence, Whose Fullness Of Perfection Lies In Him.

Throw Physic To The Dogs; I'll None Of It.

Men From Children Nothing Differ.