Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.

The Insolence Of Office.

O, Thou Hast Damnable Iteration; And Art, Indeed, Able To Corrupt A Saint.

If You Be King, Why Should Not I Succeed?

Scarce Can I Speak, My Choler Is So Great. Oh! I Could Hew Up Rocks, And Fight With Flint.

Glory Grows Guilty Of Detested Crimes.