So many horrid Ghosts.
And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd
Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!
I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
Britain is A world by itself, and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses.