Good Morning To You, Fair And Gracious

No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty.

I Was Not Born Under A Rhyming Planet, Nor I Cannot Woo To In Festival Terms.

Self-love, My Liege, Is Not So Vile A Sin, As Self-neglecting.

Be Checked For Silence, But Never Taxed For Speech.

I Can Counterfeit The Deep Tragedian; Speak And Look Back, And Pry On Every Side, Tremble And Start, At Wagging Of A Straw, Intending Deep Suspicion.