What A Seaof Melting Ice I Walk

Ambition, In A Private Man Is A Vice, Is In A Prince The Virtue.

Honour Is Virtue's Allowed Ascent: Honour That Clasps All Perfect Justice In Her Arms; That Craves No More Respect Than That She Gives; That Does Nothing But What She'll Suffer.

What A Seaof Melting Ice I Walk On!

If You Like Not Hanging, Drown Yourself; Take Some Course For Your Reputation.

One Grain Of Incense With Devotion Offer'd 's Beyond All Perfumes Of Sabaean Spices.