Highly Fed And Lowly Taught.

Thou Art A Very Ragged Wart.

My Liege, And Madam, To Expostulate What Majesty Should Be, What Duty Is, Why Day Is Day, Night Night, And Time Is Time, Were Nothing But To Waste Night, Day And Time. Therefore, Since Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit, And Tediousness The Limbs And Outward Flourishes, I Will Be Brief.

Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.

The World Is Grown So Bad, That Wrens Make Prey Where Eagles Dare Not Perch.

Upon His Royal Face There Is No Note How Dread An Army Hath Enrounded Him.