A Knot You Are Of Damned Bloodsuckers.

That We Would Do We Should Do When We Would, For This 'would' Changes, And Hath Abatements And Delays As Many As There Are Tongues, Are Hands, Are Accidents, And Then This 'should' Is Like A Spendthrift Sigh, That Hurts By Easing.

All Is Well Ended, If The Suit Be Won.

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

Time's Glory Is To Command Contending Kings, To Unmask Falsehood, And Bring Truth To Light.

Hasty Marriage Seldom Proveth Well.