Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield,

Cursed Be The Hand That Made These Fatal Holes.

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.

Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out Of Use

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.

In Such Business Action Is Eloquence, And The Eyes Of Th’ Ignorant More Learned Than The Ears.