Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.

“Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense tou whi…”

“Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave,…”

“This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion…”

“A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!”