Report Me And My Cause Aright.

Right Joyous Are We To Behold Your Face, Most Worthy Brother England; Fairly Met!

The Ostentation Of Our Love, Which, Left Unshown, Is Often Left Unloved.

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

Yet Writers Say, As In The Sweetest Bud The Eating Canter Dwells, So Eating Love Inhabits In The Finest Wits Of All.