What A Deformed Thief This Fashion Is.

Virtuous And Fair, Royal And Gracious.

Time Does Not Have The Same Appeal For Every One

Rashly, And Praised Be Rashness For It--let Us Know, Our Indiscretion Sometime Serves Us Well When Our Deep Plots Do Pall, And That Should Learn Us There's A Divinity That Shapes Our Ends, Rough-hew Them How We Will

Speak Of Me As I Am. Nothing Extenuate, Nor Set Down Aught In Malice.

Base Is The Slave That Pays.