Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me

Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall.

To Do A Great Right Do A Little Wrong.

Give Me My Robe, Put On My Crown; I Have Immortal Longings In Me.

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together: Our Virtues Would Be Proud If Our Faults Whipped Them Not; And Our Crimes Would Despair If They Were Not Cherished By Our Own Virtues.

Rumour: "upon My Tongues Continual Slanders Ride, The Which In Every Language I Pronounce, Stuffing The Ears Of Men With False Reports.