And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long / To Speak Of That Which Gives Thee All Thy Might?

O King, Believe Not This Hard-hearted Man!

You, And Your Lady, Take From My Heart All Thankfulness!

Now I Will Believe That There Are Unicorns.

O, Pardon Me, Thou Bleeding Piece Of Earth, / That I Am Meek And Gentle With These Butchers!