Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead

Speak, What Trade Art Thou? Why, Sir, A Carpenter. Where Is Thy Leather Apron And Thy Rule? What Does Thou With Thy Best Apparel On?

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

Old Fashions Please Me Best; I Am Not So Nice To Change True Rules For Odd Inventions.

He's Truly Valiant That Can Wisely Suffer The Worst That Man Can Breathe, And Make His Wrongs His Outsides, To Wear Them Like His Raiment, Carelessly, And Ne'er Prefer His Injuries To His Heart, To Bring It Into Danger.

Conscience Is A Thousand Swords.