Be Wary Then; Best Safety Lies In

There Are A Sort Of Men, Whose Visages Do Cream And Mantle, Like A Standing Pond; And Do A Willful Stillness Entertain, With Purpose To Be Dressed In An Opinion Of Wisdom, Gravity Profound Conceit; As Who Should Say, I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark!

I Cannot, Nor I Will Not Hold Me Still; My Tongue, Though Not My Heart, Shall Have His Will.

Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But Too Well.

Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's Head Horrors Accumulate.

Time's Glory Is To Command Contending Kings, To Unmask Falsehood, And Bring Truth To Light.