Enough No More; Tis Not So Sweet

Let Every Man Be Master Of His Time.

My Lord, They Say Five Moons Were Seen To-night-- Four Fixed, And The Fifth Did Whirl About The Other Four In Wondrous Motion.

I Am Declined Into The Vale Of Years.

Fare Thee Well, King: Sith Thus Thou Wilt Appear, Freedom Lives Hence, And Banishment Is Here.

Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink Off This Potion!