Nice Customs Curtsy To Great Kings.

I Was Not Born Under A Rhyming Planet, Nor I Cannot Woo To In Festival Terms.

A Goodly Portly Man, I' Faith, And A Corpulent; Of A Cheerful Look, A Pleasing Eye, And A Most Noble Carriage; And, As I Think, His Age Some Fifty, Or, By'r Lady, Inclining To Threescore; And Now I Remember Me, His Name Is Falstaff.

My Charity Is Outrage, Life My Shame; And In That Shame Still Live My Sorrow's Rage!

He Is Not Great Who Is Not Greatly Good.

Barnes Are Blessings.