My Crown Is In My Heart, Not

Assume A Virtue If You Have It Not.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

If Our Virtues Did Not Go Forth Of Us, It Were All Alike As If We Had Them Not.

If We Shadows Have Offended, Think But This, And All Is Mended, That You Have But Slumbered Here While These Visions Did Appear. And This Weak And Idle Theme, No More Yielding But A Dream, Gentles, Do Not Reprehend: If You Pardon, We Will Mend: And, As I Am An Honest Puck, If We Have Unearned Luck Now To 'scape The Serpent's Tongue, We Will Make Amends Ere Long; Else The Puck A Liar Call; So, Good Night Unto You All. Give Me Your Hands, If We Be Friends, And Robin Shall Restore Amends.

Such Antics Do Not Amount To A Man.