A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.

Be Not Afeard; The Isle Is Full Of Noises.

I Am Not Bound To Please Thee With My Answer.

Is Love A Tender Thing? It Is Too Rough, Too Rude, Too Boisterous, And It Pricks Like Thorn.

Patch Grief With Proverbs.

I Am One, My Liege, Whom The Vile Blows And Buffets Of The World Have So Incensed That I Am Reckless What I Do To Spite The World.