Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best

It Holds For Good Polity Ever, To Have That Outwardly In Vilest Estimation, Which Inwardly Is Most Dear To Us.

O! How Vain And Vile A Passion Is This Fear! What Base Uncomely Things It Makes Men Do.

That Old Bald Cheater, Time.

Give Me A Look, Give Me A Face, That Makes Simplicity A Grace Robes Loosely Flowing, Hair As Free Such Sweet Neglect More Taketh Me Than All The Adulteries Of Art: They Strike Mine Eyes, But Not My Heart.

A Good King Is A Public Servant.