Do You Not Know I

Time, Whose Millioned Accidents Creep In Betwixt Vows, And Change Decrees Of Kings, Tan Sacred Beauty, Blunt The Sharpest Intents, Divert Strong Minds To The Course Of Altering Things.

A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows Of Dross.

So Shaken As We Are, So Wan With Care, Find We A Time For Frighted Peace To Pant And Breathe Short-winded Accents Of New Broils To Be Commenced In Stronds Afar Remote.

And Where Two Raging Fires Meet Together, They Do Consume The Thing That Feeds Their Fury.

A Politician... One That Would Circumvent God.