The Readiness Is All.

I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.

I Would We Were All Of One Mind, And One Mind Good.

My Hands Are Of Your Color, But I Shame To Wear A Heart So White.

No Man's Pie Is Freed From His Ambitious Finger.

I Am Not Mad; I Would To Heaven I Were! For Then, 'tis Like I Should Forget Myself; O, If I Could, What Grief Should I Forget!