Report Me And My Cause Aright.

It Hurts Not The Tongue To Give Fair Words.

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.

Wisely, And Slow. They Stumble That Run Fast.

A Lean Cheek; Which You Have Not: A Blue Eye, And Sunken; Which You Have Not: An Unquestionable Spirit; Which You Have Not: A Beard Neglected; Which You Have Not: — But I Pardon You For That; For, Simply, Your Having1 In Beard Is A Younger Brother's Revenue: — Then Your Hose Should Be Ungarter'd, Your Bonnet Unhanded, Your Sleeve Unbuttoned, Your Shoe Untied, And Every Thing About You Demonstrating A Careless Desolation.

Like A Dull Actor Now, I Have Forgot My Part, And I Am Out, Even To A Full Disgrace.