Anger's My Meat. I Sup Upon Myself,

When Fortune Means To Men Most Good, She Looks Upon Them With A Threatening Eye.

It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes Away The Performance

An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To Speak For Himself, When A Knave Is Not.

But Here's The Joy: My Friend And I Are One, Sweet Flattery!

The People Are The City.