My Crown Is In My Heart, Not

Mine Eyes Smell Onions: I Shall Weep Anon.

Faults That Are Rich Are Fair.

These Signs Have Marked Me Extraordinary, And All The Courses Of My Life Do Show I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

New Customs, Though They Be Never So Ridiculous (nay, Let Em Be Unmanly), Yet Are Followed.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity