Many A Good Hanging Prevents A Bad

Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle; I Am No Traitor's Uncle, And That Word "grace" In An Ungracious Mouth Is But Profane.

Let Not The World See Fear And Sad Distrust Govern The Motion Of A Kingly Eye.

What The Vengeance, Could He Not Speak 'em Fair?

Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is.

She Says I Am Not Fair, That I Lack Manners; She Calls Me Proud, And That She Could Not Love Me, Were Man As Rare As Phoenix.