There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should
perish by his own craft.

There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should
perish by his own craft.

Who hath no hast in his businesse, mountaines to him seeme
valleys.

Who hath no hast in his businesse, mountaines to him seeme
valleys.

Let me play the fool;
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

Let me play the fool;
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.

'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.

Hee that hath a Fox for his mate, hath neede of a net at his
girdle.

Hee that hath a Fox for his mate, hath neede of a net at his
girdle.

I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.

I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.

They dance, they revel, and they sing,
Till the rude turrets shake and ring.

They dance, they revel, and they sing,
Till the rude turrets shake and ring.

Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.

Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.

I shall speak facts; but some will say I deal in fiction.

I shall speak facts; but some will say I deal in fiction.