I Die The King's Faithful Servant, But

And It Will Fall Out As In A Complication Of Diseases, That By Applying A Remedy To One Sore, You Will Provoke Another; And That Which Removes The One Ill Symptom Produces Others.

If The Lion Knew His Own Strength, Hard Were It For Any Man To Rule Him.

Yea, Marry, Now It Is Somewhat, For Now It Is Rhyme; Before, It Was Neither Rhyme Nor Reason.

Two Evils, Greed And Faction Are The Destruction Of All Justice.

For Men Use, If They Have An Evil Turn, To Write It In Marble; And Whoso Doth Us A Good Turn We Write It In Dust.