Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot.
Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.(attributed to)
Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.
You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.
On pain of death, no person be so bold.
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.