Now I Will Believe That There Are

An Honest Tale Speeds Best Being Plainly Told.

Your Wisdom Is Consum'd In Confidence. Do Not Go Forth To-day.

As I Hope For Quiet Days, Fair Issue, And Long Life, With Such Love As 'tis Now, The Murkiest Den, The Most Opportune Place, The Strong'st Suggestion Our Worser Genius Can, Shall Never Melt Mine Honour Into Lust, To Take Away The Edge Of That Day's Celebration, When I Shall Think Or Phoebus' Steeds Are Founder'd Or Night Kept Chain'd Below.

Though Age From Folly Could Not Give Me Freedom, It Does From Childishness.

Now Let It Work. Mischief, Thou Art Afoot. Take Thou What Course Thou Wilt.