I Was Born Free As Caesar; So

The Rain, It Raineth Every Day.

Being Daily Swallowed By Men's Eyes, They Surfeited With Honey And Began To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof A Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much. So, When He Had Occasion To Be Seen, He Was But As The Cuckoo Is In June. Heard, Not Regarded.

It Is A Good Divine That Follows His Own Instructions.

What Must Be Shall Be.

Temptation: The Fiend At My Elbow.