Though I Be But Prince Of Wales,

Gold Were As Good As Twenty Orators.

Right Joyous Are We To Behold Your Face, Most Worthy Brother England; Fairly Met!

We Make Trifles Of Terrors, Ensconcing Ourselves Into Seeming Knowledge, When We Should Submit Ourselves To An Unknown Fear.

My Desolation Does Begin To Make A Better Life.

Fie, Thou Dishonest Satan! I Call Thee By The Most Modest Terms; For I Am One Of Those Gentle Ones That Will Use The Devil Himself With Courtesy: Sayest Thou That House Is Dark?