His Jest Will Savour But Of Shallow

And I Will Make It Felony To Drink Small Beer.

I Begin To Find An Idle And Fond Bondage In The Oppression Of Aged Tyranny, Who Sways, Not As It Hath Power, But As It Is Suffered.

A Heavy Heart Bears Not A Nimble Tongue.

Why, Then The World ’s Mine Oyster, Which I With Sword Will Open.

I Pray Thee Cease Thy Counsel, Which Falls Into Mine Ears As Profitless As Water In A Sieve.