Abash'd The Devil Stood, And Felt How

Rather Than Be Less Car'd Not To Be At All.

And Feel By Turns The Bitter Change Of Fierce Extremes, Extremes By Change More Fierce.

Our Cure, To Be No More; Sad Cure!

Let Us No More Contend, Nor Blame Each Other, Blamed Enough Elsewhere, But Strive, In Offices Of Love, How We May Lighten Each Other's Burden.

Sometime Let Gorgeous Tragedy In Sceptred Pall Come Sweeping By, Presenting Thebes, Or Pelops' Line, Or The Tale Of Troy Divine.