[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!

Thou art a very ragged Wart.

Reply not to me with a fool-born jest.

I can call spirits from the vasty deep."

Why so can I, or so can any man. But will they come when you do call for them?

My Crown is in my heart, not on my head:
Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones:
Nor to be seen: my Crown is call'd Content,
A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy.