The Hand That Hath Made You Fair

The Heavens Forbid But That Our Loves And Comforts Should Increase Even As Our Days Do Grow!

O Judgment ! Thou Art Fled To Brutish Beasts, And Men Have Lost Their Reason !

Scarce Can I Speak, My Choler Is So Great. Oh! I Could Hew Up Rocks, And Fight With Flint.

Thyself Shall See The Act; For, As Thou Urgest Justice, Be Assured Thou Shalt Have Justice, More Than Thou Desir'st.

Romans, Countrymen, And Lovers, Hear Me For My Cause, And Be Silent, That You May Hear.