I Am Not In The Roll Of

Love Is Merely A Madness.

We Are Not The First Who With Best Meaning Have Incurred The Worst

Because I Cannot Flatter And Look Fair, Smile In Men's Faces, Smooth, Deceive, And Cog, Duck With French Nods And Apish Courtesy, I Must Be Held A Rancorous Enemy.

If Chance Will Have Me King, Why, Chance May Crown Me.

Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King Keeps Death His Court.