Poor soul, the center of my sinful Earth.

“Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,Displant a town, reverse a prince’s doom,It…”

“Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, …”

“To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.”

“If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanksAs though she bid me stay by her a w…”