It Is Silliness To Live When To

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue.

Mine Eyes Smell Onions: I Shall Weep Anon.

There Is A History In All Men's Lives, Figuring The Nature Of The Times Deceased, The Which Observed, A Man May Prophesy, With A Near Aim, Of The Main Chance Of Things As Yet Not Come To Life, Which In Their Seeds And Weak Beginnings Lie Intreasured.

Suffer Love; A Good Epithet! I Do Suffer Love, Indeed, For I Love Thee Against My Will.

To Hell, Allegiance! Vows, To The Blackest Devil! Conscience, And Grace, To The Profoundest Pit! I Dare Damnation: To This Point I Stand,-- That Both The Worlds I Give To Negligence, Let Come What Comes; Only I'll Be Reveng'd.