It Is Not Vain Glory For A

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.

How Can Tyrants Safely Govern Home, Unless Abroad They Purchase Great Alliance.

What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is In The Doing.

Flesh And Blood, You, Brother Mine, That Entertain'd Ambition, Expell'd Remorse And Nature, Who, With Sebastian- Whose Inward Pinches Therefore Are Most Strong- Would Here Have Kill'd Your King, I Do Forgive Thee, Unnatural Though Thou Art.

How Low Am I, Thou Painted Maypole?