Yon Grey Lines That Fret The Clouds

Patch Grief With Proverbs.

Things At The Worst Will Cease Or Else Climb Upward To What They Were Before.

I Have Touch'd The Highest Point Of All My Greatness, And From That Full Meridian Of My Glory I Haste Now To My Setting.

Nymph, In Thy Orisons Be All My Sins Remembered!

Let Us Our Lives, Our Souls, Our Debts, Our Careful Wives, Our Children, And Our Sins, Lay On The King!