You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His

You Are A Tedious Fool.

Extremity Is The Trier Of Spirits.

This Royal Throne Of Kings, This Scepter'd Isle, This Earth Of Majesty, This Seat Of Mars, This Other Eden, Demi-paradise.

Though Age From Folly Could Not Give Me Freedom, It Does From Childishness.

Let Us, Like Merchants, Show Our Foulest Wares, And Think Perchance They'll Sell; If Not, The Lustre Of The Better Yet To Show Shall Show The Better.