[s]ince Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit,

Nor Aught So Good But Strained From That Fair Use, Revolts From True Birth Stumbling On Abuse.

Things At The Worst Will Cease Or Else Climb Upward To What They Were Before.

It Is The Witness Still Of Excellency To Put A Strange Face On His Own Perfection.

Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.