Making Night Hideous.

A Man Cannot Make Him Laugh - But That's No Marvel; He Drinks No Wine.

By Innocence I Swear, And By My Youth, I Have One Heart, One Bosom, And One Truth, And That No Woman Has, Nor Never None Shall Mistress Be Of It Save I Alone.

Yield Not Thy Neck To Fortunes Yoke, But Let Thy Dauntless Mind Still Ride In Triumph Over All Mischance.

That Which Hath Made Them Drunk Hath Made Me Bold; What Hath Quenched Them Hath Given Me Fire.

Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink Off This Potion!