In Winter's Tedious Nights Sit By The

No, By My Soul, I Never In My Life Did Hear A Challenge Urged More Modestly, Unless A Brother Should A Brother Dare To Gentle Exercise And Proof Of Arms.

'tis Thought The King Is Dead; We Will Not Stay. The Bay Trees In Our Country Are All Wither'd.

'tis Better To Bear The Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of.

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man, How Noble In Reason, How Infinite In Faculties, In Form And Moving How Express And Admirable, In Action How Like An Angel, In Apprehension How Like A God.

They Told Me I Was Everything. 'tis A Lie, I Am Not Ague-proof.