Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's Head Horrors

I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

I Came, Saw, And Overcame.

By Jove, I Am Not Covetous For Gold, Nor Care I Who Doth Feed Upon My Cost; It Yearns Me Not If Me My Garments Wear; Such Outward Things Dwell Not In My Desires: But If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul Alive.

So Many Hours Must I Take My Rest; So Many Hours Must I Contemplate.

Ask God For Temp'rance. That's Th' Appliance Only Which Your Disease Requires.