My Hands Are Of Your Color, But

A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By, And Then His State Empties Itself, As Dot An Inland Brook Into The Main Of Waters.

Well, Every One Can Master A Grief But He That Has It.

By How Much Unexpected, By So Much We Must Awake Endeavour For Defence; For Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.

And To The English Court Assemble Now, From Every Region, Apes Of Idleness!