Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead

I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Methinks Would Share With Me For The Best Hope I Have.

Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

Speak, What Trade Art Thou? Why, Sir, A Carpenter. Where Is Thy Leather Apron And Thy Rule? What Does Thou With Thy Best Apparel On?

Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster