The Breach Of Custom Is Breach Of

Or Art Thou But / A Dagger Of The Mind, A False Creation, / Proceeding From The Heat-oppressed Brain?

Truth Hath A Quiet Breast.

Let The Sap Of Reason Quench The Fire Of Passion.

Most Friendship Is Faining, Most Loving Mere Folly: Then, Heigh-ho, The Holly. This Life Is Most Jolly.

Look, What A Horse Should Have He Did Not Lack, Save A Proud Rider On His Back.