Tis Time To Fear When Tyrants Seem

I Go, I Go, Look How I Go, Swifter Than An Arrow From A Bow

Anger's My Meat. I Sup Upon Myself, And So Shall Starve With Feeding.

My Father Compounded With My Mother Under The Dragon's Tail, And My Nativity Was Under Ursa Major, So That It Follows, I Am Roughand Lecherous. Tut, I Should Have Been That I Am, Had The Maidenliest Star In The Firmament Twinkled On My Bastardizing.

How Now, Wit! Whither Wander You?

Why, What Should Be The Fear? I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee.