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

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear

Why, thou owest god a death.

Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em; / Thought is free.

Love is merely a madness.

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.

He is white-livered and red-faced.