Bait The Hook Well. This Fish Will

Gives Not The Hawthorn Bush A Sweeter Shade To Shepherds, Looking On Their Silly Sheep, Than Doth A Rich Embroider'd Canopy To Kings That Fear Their Subjects Treachery?

Why Should You Think That I Should Woo In Scorn? Scorn And Derision Never Come In Tears: Look, When I Vow, I Weep; And Vows So Born, In Their Nativity All Truth Appears. How Can These Things In Me Seem Scorn To You, Bearing The Badge Of Faith, To Prove Them True?

Greatness, Once Fallen Out With Fortune, Must Fall Out With Men Too.

Nothing Comes From Doing Nothing.

What Thing, In Honor, Had My Father Lost, That Need To Be Revived And Breathed In Me?