We Must Not Stand Upon

Little Said Is Soon Amended.

Blessed Be Those Happy Ages That Were Strangers To The Dreadful Fury Of These Devilish Instruments Of Artillery, Whose Inventor I Am Satisfied Is Now In Hell, Receiving The Reward Of His Cursed Invention, Which Is The Cause That Very Often A Cowardly Base Hand Takes Away The Life Of The Bravest Gentleman.

The Wicked Are Always Ungrateful.

Think Before Thou Speakest.

I Would Have Nobody To Control Me; I Would Be Absolute: And Who But I? Now, He That Is Absolute Can Do What He Likes; He That Can Do What He Likes Can Take His Pleasure; He That Can Take His Pleasure Can Be Content; And He That Can Be Content Has No More To Desire. So The Matter 's Over; And Come What Will Come, I Am Satisfied.