Fight To The Last Gasp.

There Is A Time In The Affairs Of Men, Which, Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune.

It Is A Basilisk Unto Mine Eye, Kills Me To Look On't.

Thus May Poor Fools Belive False Teachers.

Rumour: "upon My Tongues Continual Slanders Ride, The Which In Every Language I Pronounce, Stuffing The Ears Of Men With False Reports.

The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades When Speaking Fails.