Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Ariel's song, scene II, Act I

To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.

Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.

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

Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.