Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure Deafness.

Ay, Is It Not A Language I Speak?

Things At The Worst Will Cease Or Else Climb Upward To What They Were Before.

To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The Worst.

The Elephant Hath Joints, But None For Courtesy; His Legs Are Legs For Necessity, Not For Flexure.

I Begin To Find An Idle And Fond Bondage In The Oppression Of Aged Tyranny, Who Sways, Not As It Hath Power, But As It Is Suffered.