No Reckoning Made, But Sent To My

If You Prick Us Do We Not Bleed? If You Tickle Us Do We Not Laugh? If You Poison Us Do We Not Die? And If You Wrong Us Shall We Not Revenge?

Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As Rocky Mountains.

Pardon, Gentles All, The Flat Unraised Spirits That Have Dared On This Unworthy Scaffold To Bring Forth So Great An Object.

There's Such Divinity Doth Hedge A King That Treason Can But Peep To What It Would.

This Is A Way To Kill A Wife With Kindness.