Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.
Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.
O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!
Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.