THERE LIVE NOT THREE GOOD MEN UNHANGED IN ENGLAND, AND ONE OF THEM IS FAT AND GROWS OLD.

BY HEAVEN METHINKS IT WERE AN EASY LEAP

TO PLUCK BRIGHT HONOR FROM THE PALE-FAC’D MOON,

OR DIVE INTO THE BOTTOM OF THE DEEP,

WHERE FATHOM-LINE COULD NEVER TOUCH THE GROUND,

AND PLUCK UP DROWNED HONOR BY THE LOCKS.