If The Lion Knew His Own Strength,

A Drowning Man Will Clutch At A Straw.

Oh! Blame Not The Bard.

If The Lion Knew His Own Strength, Hard Were It For Any Man To Rule Him.

For When They See The People Swarm Into The Streets, And Daily Wet To The Skin With Rain, And Yet Cannot Persuade Them To Go Out Of The Rain, They Do Keep Themselves Within Their Houses, Seeing They Cannot Remedy The Folly Of The People.

As For Rosemary, I Let It Run All Over My Garden Walls, Not Only Because My Bees Love It But Because It Is The Herb Sacred To Remembrance And To Friendship, Whence A Sprig Of It Hath A Dumb Language.