Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation
The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.