Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.
Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.