A Wicked Conscience Mouldeth Goblins Swift As

But When The Fox Hath Once Got In His Nose, He'll Soon Find Means To Make The Body Follow.

All The Perfumes Of Arabia Will Not Sweeten This Little Hand! Oh, Oh, Oh!

What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark Days Seen, What Old December's Bareness Everywhere!

A Thousand Moral Paintings I Can Show That Shall Demonstrate These Quick Blows Of Fortune's More Pregnantly Than Words.

O Comfort-killing Night, Image Of Hell, Dim Register And Notary Of Shame, Black Stage For Tragedies And Murders Fell, Vast Sin-concealing Chaos, Nurse Of Blame!