And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth

Let Men Say We Be Men Of Good Government, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By Our Noble And Chaste Mistress The Moon, Under Whose Countenance We Steal.

By God, I Cannot Flatter, I Do Defy The Tongues Of Soothers! But A Braver Place In My Heart's Love Hath No Man Than Yourself. Nay, Task Me To My Word; Approve Me, Lord.

Although The Last, Not Least.

Men Judge By The Complexion Of The Sky The State And Inclination Of The Day.

When I Was At Home I Was In A Better Place