A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In

I Am Very Proud, Revengeful, Ambitious, With More Offences At My Beck Than I Have Thoughts To Put Them In, Imagination To Give Them Shape, Or Time To Act Them In.

I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee, And For My Soul, What Can It Do To That, Being A Thing Immortal As Itself?

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue.

But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.

Tis An Ill Cook That Cannot Lick His Own Fingers.