O Time, Thou Must Untangle This, Not

Coward Dogs Most Spend Their Mouths When What They Seem To Threaten Runs Far Before Them.

Bow, Stubborn Knees, And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe. All Many Be Well.

The Play's The Thing, Wherein I'll Catch The Conscience Of The King.

So Loving To My Mother, That He Might Not Beteem The Winds Of Heaven, Visit Her Face' Too Roughly.

Men That Make Envy And Crooked Malice Nourishment, Dare Bite The Best.