Thy Food Is Such As Hath Been

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In This I Bury All Unkindness.

Nothing Routs Us But The Villainy Of Our Fears.

Coward Dogs Most Spend Their Mouths When What They Seem To Threaten Runs Far Before Them.

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!

And By That Destiny To Perform An Act Whereof What's Past Is Prologue, What To Come In Yours And My Discharge.