No, No, I Am But Shadow Of

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!

Your Face Is A Book, Where Men May Read Strange Matters.

Sometimes When We Are Labeled, When We Are Branded Our Brand Becomes Our Calling.

Here Is A Rural Fellow That Will Not Be Denied Your Highness' Presence: He Brings You Figs.

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