Silence Is The Perfect Herald

How Every Fool Can Play Upon The Word!

Ay, That Incestuous, That Adulterate Beast, With Witchcraft Of His Wit, With Traitorous Gifts- O Wicked Wit And Gifts, That Have The Power So To Seduce!

Too Much To Know Is To Know Naught But Fame.

Thyself Shall See The Act; For, As Thou Urgest Justice, Be Assured Thou Shalt Have Justice, More Than Thou Desir'st.

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.