All Men's Faces Are True,

I Have Touch'd The Highest Point Of All My Greatness, And From That Full Meridian Of My Glory I Haste Now To My Setting.

Let Me, If Not By Birth, Have Lands By Wit; All With Me's Meet That I Can Fashion Fit.

We Came Into The World Like Brother And Brother, And Now Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.

Women Being The Weaker Vessels, Are Ever Thrust To The Walls.

Death Is My Son-in-law, Death Is My Heir.