Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of

Who Alone Suffers Suffers Most I' Th' Mind, Leaving Free Things And Happy Shows Behind; But Then The Mind Much Sufferance Doth O'erskip When Grief Hath Mates, And Bearing Fellowship.

O Judgment ! Thou Art Fled To Brutish Beasts, And Men Have Lost Their Reason !

We Were Not Born To Sue, But To Command.

If It Be You That Stirs These Daughters' Hearts Against Their Father, Fool Me Not So Much To Bear It Tamely; Touch Me With Noble Anger, And Let Not Women's Weapons, Water Drops, Stain My Man's Cheeks.

Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp Of Truth.