Like Madness, Is The Glory Of This

Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was Now A Coward On Instinct.

What Infinite Heart's-ease Must Kings Neglect That Private Men Enjoy! And What Have Kings That Privates Have Not Too, Save Ceremony, Save General Ceremony?

Why, Who Cries Out On Pride That Can Therein Tax Any Private Party? Doth It Not Flow As Hugely As The Sea Till The Weary Very Means Do Ebb?

I Am Ill At These Numbers.

You Have Dancing Shoes With Nimble Soles. I Have A Soul Of Lead.