Well, Honor Is The Subject Of My

Too Nice, And Yet Too True!

We Must Not Make A Scarecrow Of The Law, Setting It Up To Fear The Birds Of Prey, And Let It Keep One Shape Till Custom Make It Their Perch, And Not Their Terror.

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.

Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice Dearly.

Jesu, Jesu, The Mad Days That I Have Spent! And To See How Many Of My Old Acquaintance Are Dead!