Hate Pollutes The Mind.

The Icy Precepts Of Respect.

No Profit Grows Where No Pleasure Is Taken.

Even So; An't Please Your Worship, Brakenbury, You May Partake Of Any Thing We Say: We Speak No Treason, Man; We Say The King Is Wise And Virtuous, And His Noble Queen Well Struck In Years, Fair, And Not Jealous; We Say That Shore's Wife Hath A Pretty Foot, A Cherry Lip, A Bonny Eye, A Passing Pleasing Tongue; And That The Queen's Kindred Are Made Gentlefolks.

There Are Many Events In The Womb Of Time Which Will Be Delivered.

Men In Rage Strike Those That Wish Them Best.