Tongues I'll Hang On Every Tree That

Let's Teach Ourselves That Honorable Stop, Not To Outsport Discretion.

Go, Write It In A Martial Hand; Be Curst And Brief; It Is No Matter How Witty, So It Be Eloquent And Fun Of Invention: Taunt Him With The Licence Of Ink: If Thou Thou'st Him Some Thrice, It Shall Not Be Amiss; And As Many Lies As Will Lie In Thy Shee.

Be Checked For Silence, But Never Taxed For Speech.

Opinion, A Sovereign Mistress Of Effects.

We All Are Men, In Our Own Natures Frail, And Capable Of Our Flesh; Few Are Angels.