Report Me And My Cause Aright.

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity. O That Estates, Degrees, And Offices Were Not Derived Corruptly, And That Clear Honour Were Purchased By The Merit Of The Wearer!

I Shall Despair. There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die No Soul Will Pity Me: And Wherefore Should They, Since That I Myself Find In Myself No Pity To Myself?

The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of Honor.

From This Time Forth My Thoughts Be Bloody, Or Be Nothing Worth!

I Go, I Go, Look How I Go, Swifter Than An Arrow From A Bow