Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.

My Master Hath Been An Honorable Gentleman; Tricks He Hath Had In Him Which Gentlemen Have.

O, I Do Not Like That Paying Back, 'tis A Double Labor.

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.

We Cannot All Be Masters, Nor All Masters Cannot Be Truly Followed.

Fight To The Last Gasp.