Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand.

What, can the devil speak true?

These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.

Having my freedom, boast of nothing else.

The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.

What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fishlike smell; a kind of not of the newest poor-John. A strange fish!

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.