Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus,

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.

Thou Lump Of Foul Deformity!

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.

A Man May See How This World Goes With No Eyes. Look With Thine Ears: See How Yond Justice Rails Upon Yon Simple Thief. Hark, In Thine Ear: Change Places; And, Handy-dandy, Which Is The Justice, Which Is The Thief?

Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom Large Enough.