An Old Black Ram Is Tupping Your

Greatest Scandal Waits On Greatest State.

Better A Little Chiding Than A Great Deal Of Heartbreak.

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

Throw Physic To The Dogs; I'll None Of It.

If We Shadows Have Offended, Think But This, And All Is Mended, That You Have But Slumbered Here While These Visions Did Appear. And This Weak And Idle Theme, No More Yielding But A Dream, Gentles, Do Not Reprehend: If You Pardon, We Will Mend: And, As I Am An Honest Puck, If We Have Unearned Luck Now To 'scape The Serpent's Tongue, We Will Make Amends Ere Long; Else The Puck A Liar Call; So, Good Night Unto You All. Give Me Your Hands, If We Be Friends, And Robin Shall Restore Amends.