The Man That Hath No Music In

There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

Let Me Be That I Am And Seek Not To Alter Me.

Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure, More Lack Of Reason.

Some Are Born Great, Some Achieve Greatness, And Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them.

The World Is Grown So Bad, That Wrens Make Prey Where Eagles Dare Not Perch.