Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.
Slander lives upon succession, For ever housed where it gets possession.
I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.
Juliet is the east and i am the sun.
Presume not that I am the thing I was.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.