Well, I Will Find You Twenty Lascivious

You Are An Alchemist; Make Gold Of That.

She Says I Am Not Fair, That I Lack Manners; She Calls Me Proud, And That She Could Not Love Me, Were Man As Rare As Phoenix.

What Have We Here? A Man Or A Fish? Dead Or Alive? A Fish: He Smells Like A Fish; A Very Ancient And Fishlike Smell; A Kind Of Not Of The Newest Poor-john. A Strange Fish!

Mend When Thou Canst; Be Better At Thy Leisure.

The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.