Dream On, Dream On, Of Bloody Deeds

A Right Judgment Draws Us A Profit From All Things We See .

Small Herbs Have Grace, Great Weeds Do Grow Apace.

Do All Men Kill The Things They Do Not Love?

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?

If It Be Aught Toward The General Good, Set Honor In One Eye And Death I' Th' Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently; For Let The Gods So Speed Me As I Love The Name Of Honor More Than I Fear Death.