For I Can Raise No Money By

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?

I Have Pursued Her, As Love Hath Pursued Me

An Honest Tale Speeds Best Being Plainly Told.

Though Music Oft Hath Such A Charm To Make Bad Good, And Good Provoke To Harm.

Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths; The Valiant Never Taste Of Death But Once.