I Have A Bone To Pick With

O For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention, A Kingdom For A Stage, Princes To Act And Monarchs To Behold The Swelling Scene!

Heaven Would That She These Gifts Should Have, And I To Live And Die Her Slave.

Love's Mind Of Judgment Rarely Hath A Taste: Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

Have You Not Heard It Said Full Oft, A Woman's Nay Doth Stand For Naught?

Thou Shalt Be Both The Plaintiff And The Judge Of Thine Own Cause.