A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.

But When The Fox Hath Once Got In His Nose, He'll Soon Find Means To Make The Body Follow.

Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

Flesh And Blood, You, Brother Mine, That Entertain'd Ambition, Expell'd Remorse And Nature, Who, With Sebastian- Whose Inward Pinches Therefore Are Most Strong- Would Here Have Kill'd Your King, I Do Forgive Thee, Unnatural Though Thou Art.

There Is A World Elsewhere.

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian Or An Ordinary Man Has; But I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.