There ‘s daggers in men’s smiles
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none
I’ll not budge an inch
FOR YOU IN MY RESPECT ARE ALL THE WORLD: THEN HOW CAN IT BE SAID I AM ALONE, WHEN ALL THE WORLD IS HERE TO LOOK ON ME?
SOME TO KILL CANKERS IN THE MUSK-ROSE BUDS,
SOME WAR WITH RERE-MICE FOR THEIR LEATHERN WINGS,
TO MAKE MY SMALL ELVES COATS.
He seems to be everywhere.
I Got One
It’s under my face.