The Past Is Prologue.

How Many Ages Hence Shall This Our Lofty Scene Be Acted Over In States Unborn And Accents Yet Unknown!

Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadow's Bliss.

Being Of No Power To Make His Wishes Good: His Promises Fly So Beyond His State That What He Speaks Is All In Debt; He Owes For Every Word.

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

Is Not The Truth The Truth?