What The Vengeance, Could He Not Speak

A Man May Fish With The Worm That Hath Eat Of A King, And Eat Of The Fish That Hath Fed Of That Worm

There's Not A Note Of Mine That's Worth The Noting.

Like Madness, Is The Glory Of This Life.

Mine Honour Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honour From Me, And My Life Is Done.

I Know A Lady In Venice Would Have Walked Barefoot To Palestine For A Touch Of His Nether Lip