The Insolence Of Office.

The Cheek Is Apter Than The Tongue To Tell An Errand.

Ill Deeds Are Doubled With An Evil Word.

The Thorny Point Of Bare Distress Hath Ta'en From Me The Show Of Smooth Civility; Yet Am I Inland Bred And Know Some Nurture.

Myself Will Straight Aboard, And To The State This Heavy Act With Heavy Heart Relate.

All Furnished, All In Arms; All Plum'd Like Estridges That With The Wind Bated Like Eagles Having Lately Bathed; Glittering In Golden Coats Like Images; As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May And Gorgeous As The Sun At Midsummer; Wanton As Youthful Goats, Wild As Young Bulls.