Oh, I Am Fortune's Fool!

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run.

I Can See He's Not In Your Good Books,' Said The Messenger. 'no, And If He Were I Would Burn My Library.

Either Our History Shall With Full Mouth Speak Freely Of Our Acts, Or Else Our Grave, Like Turkish Mute, Shall Have A Tongueless Mouth, Not Worshipped With A Waxen Epitaph.

Sin From Thy Lips? O Trespass Sweetly Urged! Give Me My Sin Again.

Give Thanks For What You Are Today And Go On Fighting For What You Gone Be Tomorrow