Noises, Sounds & Sweet Airs

If by your Art, my dearest father ; Alas, poor Milan! ; Be't to fly, to swim ; This damned witch Sycorax ; The fringed curtains of thine eye ; There's nothing ill can dwell ; How lush and lusty the grass ; Riches, poverty, and use of service ; Sometime like apes ; Full many a lady I have eyed ; 'Tis a custom in the afternoon ; I have made you mad ; You do look, my son, in a moved sort ; At last I left them ; At this hour lie at my mercy , Ye elves ; Behold, sir King ; Sir, she is mortal ; My tricksy spirit! ; Coragio, bully-monster