The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.

Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.

If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.

While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.

So fair and foul a day i had not seen.

Thus can the demigod Authority Make us pay down for our offense by weight The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will, On whom it will not, so: yet still 'tis just.

Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.