Youth To Itself Rebels, Though None Else

Of All The Flowers, Me Thinks A Rose Is Best.

I Am A Subject, And I Challenge Law. Attorneys Are Denied Me, And Therefore Personally I Lay My Claim To My Inheritance Of Free Descent.

The Play's The Thing, Wherein I'll Catch The Conscience Of The King.

He Is Winding The Watch Of His Wit; By And By It Will Strike.

Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.