I Am Such A Tender Ass, If

Though I Be But Prince Of Wales, Yet I Am The King Of Courtesy.

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.

O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write, Knowing A Better Spirit Doth Use Your Name, And In The Praise Thereof Spends All His Might To Make Me Tongue-tied Speaking Of Your Fame.

I Will Through And Through Cleanse The Foul Body Of Th' Infected World, If They Will Patiently Receive My Medicine.

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