Thy Wish Was Father, Harry,

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.

Rebellion In This Land Shall Lose His Sway, Meeting The Check Of Such Another Day.

For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

For My Own Part, I Shall Be Glad To Learn Of Noble Men.

I Must To The Barber's, Monsieur, For Methinks I Am Marvellous Hairy About The Face.