For Conspiracy, I Know Not How It

Let Every Eye Negotiate For Itself And Trust No Agent.

There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.

Tear-falling Pity Dwells Not In This Eye.

Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger; Stiffen The Sinews, Summon Up The Blood.

I Beseech You, Wrest Once The Law To Your Authority: To Do A Great Right, Do A Little Wrong.