Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.

Therefore it is most expedient for the wise, if Don Worm (his conscience) find no impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself.

A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?

I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty

I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.