It Is The Cowish Terror Of His

How Art Thou Out Of Breath When Thou Hast Breath To Say To Me That Thou Art Out Of Breath?

Where I Could Not Be Honest, I Never Yet Was Valiant.

Oh, She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright!

Grace And Remembrance Be To You Both.

My Father Names Me Autolycus, Who Being, As I Am, Littered Under Mercury, Was Likewise A Snapper-up Of Unconsidered Trifles.