For Brutus Is An Honourable

In The Modesty Of Fearful Duty, I Read As Much As From The Rattling Tongue Of Saucy And Audacious Eloquence.

I Wonder That You Will Still Be Talking. Nobody Marks You.

Never Anything Can Be Amiss, When Simpleness And Duty Tender It.

Travelers Never Did Lie, Though Fools At Home Condemn Them.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends And In Their Triump Die, Like Fire And Powder Which, As They Kiss, Consume