And Caesar Shall Go Forth.

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

Some Sins Do Bear Their Privilege On Earth, And So Doth Yours: Your Fault Was Not Your Folly; Needs Must You Lay Your Heart At His Dispose, Subjected Tribute To Commanding Love, Against Whose Fury And Unmatched Force The Aweless Lion Could Not Wage The Fight Nor Keep His Princely Heart From Richard's Hand.

Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.

What's To Come Is Still Unsure: In Delay There Lies No Plenty; Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty, Youth's A Stuff Will Not Endure.

I Have Thrust Myself Into This Maze, Haply To Wive And Thrive As Best I May.