The One I Love Is The Son

Give Me To Drink Mandragora.

The Leopard Does Not Change His Spots.

I Would Challenge You To A Battle Of Wits, But I See You Are Unarmed!

Now See That Noble And Most Sovereign Reason, Like Sweet Bells Jangled, Out Of Tune And Harsh.

The World Is Grown So Bad, That Wrens Make Prey Where Eagles Dare Not Perch.