Heaven Truly Knows That Thou Art False

There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.

"fair, Kind, And True" Is All My Argument, "fair, Kind, And True" Varying To Other Words; And In This Change Is My Invention Spent, Three Themes In One, Which Wondrous Scope Affords.

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.

Let There Be Gall Enough In Thy Ink, Though Thou Write With A Goose-pen, No Matter.

The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention Like Deep Harmony.