Nothing Routs Us But The Villainy Of

It Is The Purpose That Makes Strong The Vow; But Vows To Every Purpose Must Not Hold.

By Innocence I Swear, And By My Youth, I Have One Heart, One Bosom, And One Truth, And That No Woman Has, Nor Never None Shall Mistress Be Of It Save I Alone.

I Beseech You, Wrest Once The Law To Your Authority: To Do A Great Right, Do A Little Wrong.

Be Still Prepared For Death: And Death Or Life Shall Thereby Be The Sweeter.

No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change.