O, Thou Hast Damnable Iteration; And Art,

Heaven Is Above All Yet; There Sits A Judge, That No King Can Corrupt.

If You Can Look Into The Seeds Of Time, And Say Which Grain Will Grow And Which Will Not, Speak Then Unto Me.

Who Is It That Can Tell Me Who I Am?

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

Time's The King Of Men; He's Both Their Parent, And He Is Their Grave, And Gives Them What He Will, Not What They Crave.