To Show An Unfelt Sorrow Is An

Ingratitude Is Monstrous; And For The Multitude To Be Ingrateful Were To Make A Monster Of The Multitude; Of Which We Being Members, Should Bring Ourselves To Be Monstrous Members.

Britain Is A World By Itself, And We Will Nothing Pay For Wearing Our Own Noses.

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

Ever Note, Lucilius, When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Useth An Enforced Ceremony. There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith; But Hollow Men, Like Horses Hot At Hand, Make Gallant Show And Promise Of Their Mettle; But When They Should Endure The Bloody Spur, They Fall Their Crests, And Like Deceitful Jades Sink In The Trial.

So Shows A Snowy Dove Trooping With Crows As Yonder Lady O'er Her Fellows Shows.