Never Shame To Hear What You Have

This Is The Short And The Long Of It.

I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

If I May Trust The Flattering Truth Of Sleep, My Dreams Presage Some Joyful News At Hand. My Bosom's Lord Sits Lightly In His Throne, And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.

Let Me, If Not By Birth, Have Lands By Wit; All With Me's Meet That I Can Fashion Fit.

Britain Is A World By Itself, And We Will Nothing Pay For Wearing Our Own Noses.