O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?

Assume A Virtue, If You Have It Not. That Monster, Custom, Who All Sense Doth Eat; Of Habits Devil, Is Angel Yet In This.

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs.

Romans, Countrymen, And Lovers, Hear Me For My Cause, And Be Silent, That You May Hear.

Why, Thou Knowest I Am As Valiant As Hercules, But Beware Instinct. The Lion Will Not Touch The True Prince. Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was A Coward On Instinct.

Put Forth Thy Hand, Reach At The Glorious Gold.