In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear

Macbeth To Witches: What Are These So Wither'd And So Wild In Their Attire, That Look Not Like Th' Inhabitants O' Th' Earth, And Yet Are On 't?

...lest Too Light Winning Make The Prize Light.

One Fairer Than My Love? The All-seeing Sun Ne'er Saw Her Match Since First The World Begun.

I Am A Foe To Tyrants, And My Country's Friend.

Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize, For Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those That Win.