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Taming the shrewwho do you worshipuntil truth makes all things plaindangerous treasonto earthy womencentres on Romeo and Julietmy child is yet a stranger in the worldLovers foodBishops in their lineHath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughterage of chivalryAs the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play wantonly Whe the summer's breath their masked buds disclose (Sonnet LiV)Round about the caldron goHow, now, you secret, black and midnight hags (Hamlet)Heirs of all eternityThat violates the smallest branch herein