Modred's narrow foxy face,
Heart hiding smile, and gray persistent eye.

Modred's narrow foxy face,
Heart hiding smile, and gray persistent eye.

At night, to his own sharp fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
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At night, to his own sharp fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
Tormenting himself with his prickles.

Though this may be play to you,
'Tis death to us.

Though this may be play to you,
'Tis death to us.

Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
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Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

We suffer more in imagination than in reality.

We suffer more in imagination than in reality.

The first service a child doth his father is to make him foolish.

The first service a child doth his father is to make him foolish.

Were there no hearers, there would be no backbiters.

Were there no hearers, there would be no backbiters.

The chiefe disease that raignes this yeare is folly.

The chiefe disease that raignes this yeare is folly.

Consider not what may do, but what it will become you to do.

Consider not what may do, but what it will become you to do.