I Stand For Judgment: Answer:

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come.

The Caterpillars Of The Commonwealth, Which I Have Sworn To Weed And Pluck Away.

Now Get You To My Lady's Chamber, And Tell Her, Let Her Paint An Inch Thick, To This Favour She Must Come; Make Her Laugh At That.

Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's Head Horrors Accumulate.

My Stars Shine Darkly Over Me