If She Be Not Honest,

Hell Is Empty And All The Devils Are Here.

For Brutus Is An Honourable Man; So Are They All, All Honourable Men.

That Man That Hath A Tongue, I Say Is No Man, If With His Tongue He Cannot Win A Woman.

We Must Not Make A Scarecrow Of The Law, Setting It Up To Fear The Birds Of Prey, And Let It Keep One Shape Till Custom Make It Their Perch, And Not Their Terror.

Bow, Stubborn Knees, And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe. All Many Be Well.