Hold, Or Cut Bowstrings.

I Feel Within Me A Peace Above All Earthly Dignities, A Still And Quiet Conscience.

Receive What Cheer You May. The Night Is Long That Never Finds The Day.

Every Inordinate Cup Is Unbless'd, And The Ingredient Is A Devil.

A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear

The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.