The Due Of Honor In No Point

At This Hour Lie At My Mercy All Mine Enemies.

How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time Is Broke, And No Proportion Kept!

Truly The Souls Of Men Are Full Of Dread: Ye Cannot Reason Almost With A Man That Looks Not Heavily And Full Of Fear.

Good Fortune Then! To Make Me Blest Or Cursed'st Among Men.

Drown Thyself? Drown Cats And Blind Puppies.