Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few

There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die, No Soul Will Pity Me.

In Thy Face I See The Map Of Honour, Truth And Loyalty.

Throw Physic To The Dogs; I'll None Of It.

Not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck, And Yet Methinks I Have Astronomy. But Not To Tell Of Good Or Evil Luck, Of Plagues, Of Dearths, Or Season's Quality; Nor Can I Fortune To Brief Minutes Tell ... Or Say With Princes If It Shall Go Well.

Boundless Intemperance In Nature Is A Tyranny. It Hath Been Th' Untimely Emptying Of The Happy Throne And Fall Of Many Kings.