Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.
By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.
Having my freedom, boast of nothing else.
Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.
I see a man's life is a tedious one.
The rest, is silence.