I Am A Man More Sinned Against

Seek Happy Nights To Happy Days.w

Ne'er Ask Me What Raiment I'll Wear, For I Have No More Doublets Than Backs, No More Stockings Than Legs, Nor No More Shoes Than Feet--nay, Sometime More Feet Than Shoes, Or Such Shoes As My Toes Look Through The Overleather.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Ears; I Come To Bury Caesar, Not To Praise Him.

Thus Is His Cheek The Map Of Days Outworn.

The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen Arrows Make.