A little water clears us of this deed.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.