I Have Play'd The Fool,

I In My Own House Am An Emperor, And Will Defend What's Mine.

I Have Play'd The Fool, The Gross Fool, To Believe The Bosom Of A Friend Will Hold A Secret Mine Own Could Not Contain.

I Had Not To This Time Subsisted, But That I Was Supported By Your Frequent Courtesies And Favours.

What Pity 'tis, One That Can Speak So Well, Should In His Actions Be So Ill!

Honour Is Virtue's Allowed Ascent: Honour That Clasps All Perfect Justice In Her Arms; That Craves No More Respect Than That She Gives; That Does Nothing But What She'll Suffer.