We Must Be Brief When Traitors Brave

To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror Up To Nature.

Report Of Fashions In Proud Italy Whose Manners Still Our Tardy-apish Nation Limps After In Base Imitation

The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.

The Tongues Of Mocking Wenches Are As Keen As Is The Razor's Edge Invisible.

I Love A Ballad In Print O' Life, For Then We Are Sure They Are True.