To Be Furious, Is To Be Frighted

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

... I Am At War 'twixt Will And Will Not.

A College Of Wit-crackers Cannot Flout Me Out Of My Humor. Dost Thou Think I Care For A Satire Or An Epigram?

Affection, Mistress Of Passion, Sways It To The Mood Of What It Likes Or Loathes.

I Am A Foe To Tyrants, And My Country's Friend.