O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!

Ten Kisses Short As One, One Long As Twenty.

First Witch He Knows Thy Thought: Hear His Speech, But Say Thou Nought.

All The Contagion Of The South Light On You, You Shames Of Rome! You Herd Of--boils And Plagues Plaster You O'er; That You May Be Abhorr'd Further Than Seen, And One Infect Another Against The Wind A Mile!

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

Tis No Sin For A Man To Labor In His Vocation.