Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition

Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce!

As There Comes Light From Heaven And Words From Breath, As There Is Sense In Truth And Truth In Virtue

He Jests At Scars That Never Felt A Wound.

You Told A Lie, An Odious Damned Lie; Upon My Soul, A Lie, A Wicked Lie.

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.