Out Of My Sight! Thou

Omittance Is No Quittance.

Well, Whiles I Am A Beggar, I Will Rail, And Say There Is No Sin But To Be Rich; And Being Rich, My Virtue Then Shall Be To Say There Is No Vice But Beggary

Here's Flowers For You; Hot Lavender, Mints, Savoury, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun And With Him Rises Weeping: These Are Flowers Of Middle Summer, And I Think They Are Given To Men Of Middle Age.

Lay Not That Flattering Unction To Your Soul, That Not Your Trespass But My Madness Speaks.

Believe Then, If You Please, That I Can Do Strange Things. [act 5, Scene 2]