Though I Am Not Naturally Honest, I

Then Happy I That Love And Am Beloved, Where I May Not Remove Nor Be Removed.

She's Gone. I Am Abused, And My Relief Must Be To Loathe Her.

My Conscience Hath A Thousand Several Tongues, And Every Tongue Brings In A Several Tale, And Every Tale Condemns Me For A Villain. Perjury, Perjury, In The High'st Degree; Murder, Stern Murder In The Dir'st Degree, Throng To The Bar, Crying All, 'guilty!, Guilty!

I Am Misanthropos, And Hate Mankind, For Thy Part, I Do Wish Thou Wert A Dog, That I Might Love Thee Something.

We Are Not The First Who With Best Meaning Have Incurred The Worst