Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban

When faced with a sea of troubles, take action, and in so doing end it.

Woe to that land that's governed by a child.

O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.

That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.

I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers.