How Well He's Read, To Reason Against

Do All Men Kill The Things They Do Not Love?

Thou Shalt Be Free As Mountain Winds: But Then Exactly Do All Points Of My Command.

Treason And Murder Ever Kept Together, As Two Yoke-devils Sworn To Either's Purpose, Working So Grossly In A Natural Cause That Admiration Did Not Whoop At Them; But Thou, 'gainst All Proportion, Didst Bring In Wonder To Wait On Treason And On Murder; And Whatsoever Cunning Fiend It Was That Wrought Upon Thee So Preposterously Hath Got The Voice In Hell For Excellence.

Right Joyous Are We To Behold Your Face, Most Worthy Brother England; Fairly Met!

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues.