Zounds! I Was Never So Bethumped With

Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of The Wise.

In Time We Hate That Which We Often Fear.

I Am A Foe To Tyrants, And My Country's Friend.

Now The Good Gods Forbid That Our Renowned Rome, Whose Gratitude Towards Her Deserved Children Is Enrolled In Jove's Own Book, Like An Unnatural Dam Should Now Eat Up Her Own!

To Bed, To Bed; Sleep Kill Those Pretty Eyes, And Give As Soft Attachment To Thy Senses, As Infants Empty Of All Thought.