To Be Furious, Is To Be Frighted

I Do The Wrong, And First Begin To Brawl. The Secret Mischiefs That I Set Abroach I Lay Unto The Grievous Charge Of Others.

Why, Then The World ’s Mine Oyster, Which I With Sword Will Open.

Truth Will Come To Sight; Murder Cannot Be Hid Long.

We Must Be Gentle Now We Are Gentlemen.

That Which Is Now A Horse, Even With A Thought The Rack Dislimms, And Makes It Indistinct As Water Is In Water