They Lie Deadly That Tell You Have

My Father Names Me Autolycus, Who Being, As I Am, Littered Under Mercury, Was Likewise A Snapper-up Of Unconsidered Trifles.

He Knows What It's Like To Strut And Fret His Hour Upon The Stage And Then Be Heard No More.

And Will He Not Come Again? And Will He Not Come Again? No, No, He Is Dead. Go To Thy Deathbed. He Never Will Come Again.

The Coward Dies A Thousand Deaths, The Valiant, Only Once!

Vice Repeated Is Like The Wandering Wind, Blows Dust In Others' Eyes To Spread Itself.