You Have Lost No Reputation At All,

Let Us Our Lives, Our Souls, Our Debts, Our Careful Wives, Our Children, And Our Sins, Lay On The King!

Let Those That Play Your Clowns Speak No More Than Is Set Down For Them.

It Is The Cowish Terror Of His Spirit That Dares Not Undertake; He'll Not Feel Wrongs Which Tie Him To An Answer.

To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much.

If By Chance I Talk A Little Wild, Forgive Me; I Had It From My Father.