Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death

Some Sins Do Bear Their Privilege On Earth, And So Doth Yours: Your Fault Was Not Your Folly; Needs Must You Lay Your Heart At His Dispose, Subjected Tribute To Commanding Love, Against Whose Fury And Unmatched Force The Aweless Lion Could Not Wage The Fight Nor Keep His Princely Heart From Richard's Hand.

Though Justice Be Thy Plea Consider This, That In The Course Of Justice None Of Us Should See Salvation.

He Was Ever Precise In Promise-keeping.

And Oftentimes, To Win Us To Our Harm, The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths, Win Us With Honest Trifles, To Betray's In Deepest Consequence

You Have Dancing Shoes With Nimble Soles. I Have A Soul Of Lead.