Of All Base Passions, Fear

My Father Names Me Autolycus, Who Being, As I Am, Littered Under Mercury, Was Likewise A Snapper-up Of Unconsidered Trifles.

Speak Comfortable Words.

I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose Music, To My Thinking, Pleased The King.

Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate, Hate Of My Sin, Grounded On Sinful Loving.

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.