But Clay And Clay Differs In Dignity,

If I Had My Mouth, I Would Bite; If I Had My Liberty, I Would Do My Liking. In The Meantime, Let Me Be That I Am, And Seek Not Toalter Me.

What Is Done Cannot Be Now Amended.

O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Methinks Would Share With Me For The Best Hope I Have.

For It Falls Out That What We Have We Prize Not To The Worth Whiles We Enjoy It, But Being Lacked And Lost, Why, Then We Rack The Value, Then We Find The Virtue That Possession Would Not Show Us While It Was Ours.