I Am Not Only Witty

Make Me A Willow Cabin At Your Gate, And Call Upon My Soul Within The House; Write Loyal Cantons Of Contemned Love And Sing Them Loud Even In The Dead Of Night.

My Master Hath Been An Honorable Gentleman; Tricks He Hath Had In Him Which Gentlemen Have.

Conscience Is But A Word That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe

Base Is The Slave That Pays.

Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I Do Adore Thee.