O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily Won To

To Persist In Doing Wrong Extenuates Not The Wrong, But Makes It Much More Heavy.

What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It After The Roman Fashion.

You Know Who You Are, But Know Not Who You Could Be.

That Is My Home Of Love: If I Have Ranged, Like Him That Travels I Return Again, Just To The Time, Not With The Time Exchanged.

That, Sir, Which Serves And Seeks For Gain, And Follows But For Form, Will Pack, When It Begins To Rain, And Leave Thee In A Storm.