Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And

Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None.

Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter Fancy.

If You Prick Us Do We Not Bleed? If You Tickle Us Do We Not Laugh? If You Poison Us Do We Not Die? And If You Wrong Us Shall We Not Revenge?

After Life's Fitful Fever He Sleeps Well. Treason Has Done His Worst. Nor Steel Nor Poison, Malice Domestic, Foreign Levy, Nothing Can Touch Him Further.

Unhappy That I Am, I Cannot Heave My Heart Into My Mouth.