My Cousin's A Fool, And Thou Art

For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

Every Man Has His Fault, And Honesty Is His.

You Are Not Worth The Dust Which The Rude Wind Blows In Your Face.

Think'st Thou It Honourable For A Noble Man Still To Remember Wrongs?

Where Is Your Ancient Courage? You Were Used To Say Extremities Was The Trier Of Spirits; That Common Chances Common Men Could Bear; That When The Sea Was Calm All Boats Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.