The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A

Take Her Away; For She Hath Lived Too Long, To Fill The World With Vicious Qualities.

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

Fight, Gentlemen Of England! Fight, Bold Yeomen! Draw, Archers, Draw Your Arrows To The Head! Spur Your Proud Horses Hard, And Ride In Blood; Amaze The Welkin With Your Broken Staves!

Thanks, Sir; All The Rest Is Mute.

There Is A History In All Men's Lives, Figuring The Nature Of The Times Deceased, The Which Observed, A Man May Prophesy, With A Near Aim, Of The Main Chance Of Things As Yet Not Come To Life, Which In Their Seeds And Weak Beginnings Lie Intreasured.