Here Was A Caesar! When

The Pow'r That I Have On You Is To Spare You; The Malice Towards You To Forgive You.

Mine Eyes Are Full Of Tears, My Heart Of Grief.

The Peace Of Heaven Is Theirs That Lift Their Swords, In Such A Just And Charitable War.

O Time, Thou Must Untangle This, Not I. It Is Too Hard A Knot For Me T'untie.

I Have Thought Some Of Nature's Journeymen Had Made Men And Not Made Them Well, They Imitated Humanity So Abominably.