Nay, I Am The Very Pink Of

There's No Trust, No Faith, No Honesty In Men; All Perjured, All Forsworn, All Naught, All Dissemblers.

But I Am Constant As The Northern Star, Of Whose True Fixed And Resting Quality There Is No Fellow In The Firmament.

For What I Will, I Will, And There An End.

Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You Should Mar Your Fortunes.

Of All The Flowers, Me Thinks A Rose Is Best.