Lawless Are They That Make Their Wills

Such Thanks As Fits A King's Remembrance.

Ideas Are The Very Coinage Of Your Brain.

Their Manners Are More Gentle, Kind, Than Of Our Human Generation You Shall Find.

Mean And Mighty, Rotting Together, Have One Dust.

I Have Not Slept. Between The Acting Of A Dreadful Thing And The First Motion, All The Interim Is Like A Phantasma, Or A Hideous Dream: The Genius And The Mortal Instruments Are Then In Council; And The State Of Man, Like To A Little Kingdom, Suffers Then The Nature Of An Insurrection.