Nothing Routs Us But The Villainy Of

Men Should Be What They Seem.

My Affection Hath An Unknown Bottom, Like The Bay Of Portugal.

My Language! Heavens!i Am The Best Of Them That Speak This Speech. Were I But Where 'tis Spoken.

Mine Eyes Smell Onions: I Shall Weep Anon.

But Since The Affairs Of Men Rests Still Incertain, Let's Reason With The Worst That May Befall.