To Take Arms Against A

But Here's The Joy: My Friend And I Are One, Sweet Flattery!

The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades When Speaking Fails.

I Will Chide No Breather In The World But Myself, Against Whom I Know Most Faults.

Pardon, Gentles All, The Flat Unraised Spirits That Have Dared On This Unworthy Scaffold To Bring Forth So Great An Object.

A Great Cause Of The Night Is Lack Of The Sun.