How Much An Ill Word May Empoison

My Language! Heavens!i Am The Best Of Them That Speak This Speech. Were I But Where 'tis Spoken.

Speak To Me As To Thy Thinkings, As Thou Dost Ruminate, And Give Thy Worst Of Thoughts The Worst Of Words.

Rebellion In This Land Shall Lose His Sway, Meeting The Check Of Such Another Day.

Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every Third Thought Shall Be My Grave.

Yea From The Table Of My Memory I'll Wipe Away All Trivial Fond Records.