It Is A Tale Told By An

Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!

The Dullness Of The Fool Is The Whetstone Of The Wits.

Away! Thou'rt Poison To My Blood.

We Are Not The First Who With Best Meaning Have Incurred The Worst

There's No Trust, No Faith, No Honesty In Men; All Perjured, All Forsworn, All Naught, All Dissemblers.