Slander lives upon succession, For ever housed where it gets possession.
Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
Sycorax has grown into a hoop
The painful warrior famous for fight, After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the books of honor razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd