Glory Grows Guilty Of Detested Crimes.

Of All Base Passions, Fear Is The Most Accursed.

Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them.

O Fortune, Fortune! All Men Call Thee Fickle.

Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou Dost Not Feel.

This Most Excellent Canopy, The Air, Look You, This Brave O-erhanging Firmament, This Majestical Roof Fretted With Golden Fire.