We Are Not Ourselves When Nature, Being

I Will Do Anything, Nerissa, Ere I'll Be Married To A Sponge.

Fear And Niceness, The Handmaids Of All Women, Or More Truly, Woman Its Pretty Self.

Care I For The Limb, The Thews, The Stature, Bulk, And Big Assemblance Of A Man! Give Me The Spirit.

Do You Set Down Your Name In The Scroll Of Youth, That Are Written Down Old With All The Characters Of Age?

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.