He Doth Nothing But Talk Of His

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity

There's Place And Means For Every Man Alive.

Thou Hast Most Traitorously Corrupted The Youth Of The Realm In Erecting A Grammar School.

Think You A Little Din Can Daunt Mine Ears? Have I Not In My Time Heard Lions Roar? Have I Not Heard The Sea, Puffed Up With Winds, Rage Like An Angry Boar Chafed With Sweat? Have I Not Heard Great Ordinance In The Field, And Heaven's Artillery Thunder In The Skies? Have I Not In A Pitched Battle Heard Loud 'larums, Neighing Steeds, And Trumpets' Clang? And Do You Tell Me Of A Woman's Tongue, That Gives Not Half So Great A Blow To Hear As Will A Chestnut In A Farmer's Fire? Tush! Tush! Fear Boys With Bugs. Grumio: For He Fears None.

The Wheel Is Come Full Circle.