Hell Itself Must Yield To

Spread Yourself Upon His Bosom Publicly, Whose Heart You Would Eat In Private.

Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best Ideas!

Well, I Will Scourge Those Apes, And To These Courteous Eyes Oppose A Mirror, As Large As Is The Stage Whereon We Act; Where They Shall See The Time's Deformity Anatomised In Every Nerve, And Sinew, With Constant Courage, And Contempt Of Fear.

The World Knows Only Two, That's Rome And I.

Success Hath Made Me Wanton.