Out Of My Sight! Thou Dost Infect

Hang There Like Fruit, My Soul, Till The Tree Die!

Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." -- (miranda, I:2)

Every Subject's Duty Is The Kings, But Every Subject's Soul Is His Own.

They Say Best Men Are Molded Out Of Faults, And, For The Most, Become Much More The Better For Being A Little Bad

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives, In Your Weakness, Strength Unto Your Foe, And So Your Follies Fight Against Yourself. Fear, And Be Slain--so Worse Can Come To Fight; And Fight And Die Is Death Destroying Death, Where Fearing Dying Pays Death Servile Breath.