Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure Deafness.

He Does It With Better Grace, But I Do It More Natural.

My Thought, Whose Murder Yet Is But Fantastical, Shakes So My Single State Of Man That Function Is Smothered In Surmise, And Nothing Is But What Is Not.

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity. O That Estates, Degrees, And Offices Were Not Derived Corruptly, And That Clear Honour Were Purchased By The Merit Of The Wearer!

Your "if" Is The Only Peacemaker; Much Virtue In "if.

And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.