For I Am He Am Born To

And Where Two Raging Fires Meet Together, They Do Consume The Thing That Feeds Their Fury.

But To My Mind, Though I Am Native Here, And To The Manner Born, It Is A Custom, More Honored In The Breach Than The Observance.

It Were A Grief So Brief To Part With Thee. Farewell.

Let Men Say We Be Men Of Good Government, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By Our Noble And Chaste Mistress The Moon, Under Whose Countenance We Steal.

All Offences Come From The Heart.