The Breach Of Custom Is Breach Of

What My Tongue Dares Not That My Heart Shall Say

Through Tattered Clothes, Small Vices Do Appear. Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All.

Let Us Kill All Lawyers

But To My Mind, Though I Am Native Here, And To The Manner Born, It Is A Custom, More Honored In The Breach Than The Observance.

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives In Your Weakness Strength Unto Your Foe.