Away, You Mouldy Rogue, Away!

Bloody Instructions, Which, Being Taught, Return To Plague The Inventor.

I Am Disgraced, Impeached, And Baffled Here, Pierced To The Soul With Slander's Venomed Spear.

Sleep Dwell Upon Thine Eyes, Peace In Thy Breast! Would I Were Sleep And Peace, So Sweet To Rest.

By That Sin Fell The Angels.

We Were Not Born To Sue, But To Command.