Men Should Be What They Seem.

Look, What Envious Streaks Do Lace The Severing Clouds In Yonder East! Night's Candles Are Burnt Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tip-toe On The Misty Mountain-tops.

So Far Be Distant; And Good Night, Sweet Friend: Thy Love Ne'er Alter, Till They Sweet Life End

Although The Last, Not Least.

And What’s He Then That Says I Play The Villain?

Let's Teach Ourselves That Honorable Stop, Not To Outsport Discretion.