Who Can Control His Fate?

Till Our King Henry Had Shook Hands With Death.

Since Mine Own Doors Refuse To Entertain Me, I'll Knock Elsewhere, To See If They'll Disdain Me

My Heart Suspects More Than Mine Eye Can See.

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.

I Am As True As Truth's Simplicity, And Simpler Than The Infancy Of Truth.