The One I Love Is The Son

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!

There Live Not Three Good Men Unhanged In England; And One Of Them Is Fat And Grows Old.

Heaven Is Above All Yet; There Sits A Judge, That No King Can Corrupt.

We Make Ourselves Fools To Disport Ourselves And Spend Our Flatteries To Drink Those Men Upon Whose Age We Void It Up Again With Poisonous Spite And Envy.

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.