With Mirth In Funeral And

Rumour: "upon My Tongues Continual Slanders Ride, The Which In Every Language I Pronounce, Stuffing The Ears Of Men With False Reports.

Officers, What Offence Have These Men Done? Dogberry Marry, Sir, They Have Committed False Report; Moreover, They Have Spoken Untruths; Secondarily, They Are Slanders; Sixth And Lastly, They Have Belied A Lady; Thirdly, They Have Verified Unjust Things; And, To Conclude, They Are Lying Knaves.

He Knows What It's Like To Strut And Fret His Hour Upon The Stage And Then Be Heard No More.

I Have Nothing Of Woman In Me; Now From Head To Foot I Am Marble-constant.

To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth.