I Had Rather Be A Dog, And

One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning, One Pain Is Lessen'd By Another's Anguish.

Because I Cannot Flatter And Look Fair, Smile In Men's Faces, Smooth, Deceive, And Cog, Duck With French Nods And Apish Courtesy, I Must Be Held A Rancorous Enemy.

For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood.

No Place Indeed Should Murder Sanctuarize; Revenge Should Have No Bounds.

For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.