Examine Well Your Blood.

Here Will Be An Old Abusing Of God's Patience And The King's English.

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness.

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be, For Loan Oft Loses Both Itself And Friend, And Borrowing Dulls The Edge Of Husbandry.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus Or Thus. Our Bodies Are Our Gardens, To The Which Our Wills Are Gardeners: So That If We Will Plant Nettles, Or Sow Lettuce, Set Hyssop And Weed Up Tine, Supply It With One Gender Of Herbs, Or Distract It With Many, Either To Have It Sterile With Idleness, Or Manured With Industry, Why, The Power And Corrigible Authority Of This Lies In Our Wills.

He's A Soldier; And For One To Say A Soldier Lies, Is Stabbing.