For 'tis The Sport To Have The

You Told A Lie, An Odious Damned Lie; Upon My Soul, A Lie, A Wicked Lie.

Who Can Control His Fate?

I Find My Zenith Doth Depend Upon A Most Auspicious Star, Whose Influence If Now I Court Not, But Omit, My Fortunes Will Ever After Droop.

Fight To The Last Gasp.

O Time, Thou Must Untangle This, Not I. It Is Too Hard A Knot For Me T'untie.