I Am A Kind Of Burr; I

If He Be So Resolved, I Can O'ersway Him; For He Loves To Hear That Unicorns May Be Betrayed With Trees And Bears With Glasses, Elephants With Holes, Lions With Toils, And Men With Flatterers

The Attempt And Not The Deed Confounds Us.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

Some Grief Shows Much Of Love, But Much Of Grief Shows Still Some Want Of Wit.

Cry Havoc And Let Slip The Dogs Of War!