Who Is It That Can Tell Me

Truth Hath A Quiet Breast.

For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

Oh! That You Could Turn Your Eyes Towards The Napes Of Your Necks, And Make But An Interior Survey Of Your Good Selves.

Rebellion In This Land Shall Lose His Sway, Meeting The Check Of Such Another Day.

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.