Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

The head is not more native to the heart.

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!