You Taught Me Language, And

Of All Knowledge The Wise And Good Seek Most To Know Themselves.

My Master Hath Been An Honorable Gentleman; Tricks He Hath Had In Him Which Gentlemen Have.

If After Every Tempest Come Such Calms, May The Winds Blow Till They Have Waken'd Death!

By A Divine Instinct, Men's Minds Mistrust Ensuing Danger; As, By Proof, We See The Waters Swell Before A Boisterous Storm.

Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition