O' Thinkest Thou We Shall Ever Meet

He Shall Spurn Fate, Scorn Death, And Bear His Hopes 'bove Wisdom, Grace And Fear: And You All Know, Security Is Mortals' Chiefest Enemy.

The Villany You Teach Me I Shall Execute; And It Shall Go Hard But I Will Better The Instruction.

Now Let It Work. Mischief, Thou Art Afoot. Take Thou What Course Thou Wilt.

There Are A Sort Of Men, Whose Visages Do Cream And Mantle, Like A Standing Pond; And Do A Willful Stillness Entertain, With Purpose To Be Dressed In An Opinion Of Wisdom, Gravity Profound Conceit; As Who Should Say, I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark!

She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Shows Best.