I Am Indeed Not Her Fool, But

We Cannot All Be Masters, Nor All Masters Cannot Be Truly Followed.

O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily Won To Fawn On Any Man!

I Am Never Merry When I Hear Sweet Music.

Let Not Our Babbling Dreams Affright Our Souls; Conscience Is But A Work That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe: Our Strong Arms Be Our Conscience, Swords Our Law!

I Can No Other Answer Make, But, Thanks, And Thanks.