Silence Is The Perfect Herald

There Is No More Mercy In Him Than There Is Milk In A Male Tiger.

They That Touch Pitch Will Be Defiled.

Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." -- (miranda, I:2)

Tis Much When Sceptres Are In Children's Hands, But More When Envy Breeds Unkind Division: There Comes The Ruin, There Begins Confusion.

I Cannot Draw A Cart, Nor Eat Dried Oats; If It Be Man's Work, I'll Do't.