Full Many A Glorious Morn I Have

Like A Dull Actor Now, I Have Forgot My Part, And I Am Out, Even To A Full Disgrace.

Sorrow, Like A Heavy Ringing Bell, Once Set On Ringing, With Its Own Weight Goes; Then Little Strength Rings Out The Doleful Knell.

Thou Whoreson, Senseless Villain!

Sir, He's A Good Dog, And A Fair Dog.

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips, There Is More Eloquence In A Sugar Touch Of Them Than In The Tongues Of The French Council; And They Should Sooner Persuade Harry Of England Than A General Petition Of Monarchs.