The Past Is Prologue.

The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His Revenges.

Rebellion In This Land Shall Lose His Sway, Meeting The Check Of Such Another Day.

Alas, Our Frailty Is The Cause , Not We! For, Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.

Done To Death By Slanderous Tongue