He Hath Borne Himself Beyond The Promise

There Is No Slander In An Allowed Fool, Though He Do Nothing But Rail.

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water

You Draw Me, You Hard-hearted Adamant; But Yet You Draw Not Iron, For My Heart Is True As Steel: Leave You Your Power To Draw, And I Shall Have No Power To Follow You.

Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If Ever, Now.

Now The Fair Goddess, Fortune, Fall Deep In Love With Thee, And Her Great Charms Misguide Thy Opposers' Swords!