Never Anger Made Good Guard For Itself.

There Is Throats To Be Cut, And Works To Be Done.

Who Is It That Can Tell Me Who I Am?

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred, Or In The Heart, Or In The Head?

Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King Keeps Death His Court.