Ay, Is It Not A Language I

I Will Speak Daggers To Her, But Use None.

Virtue Is Beauty, But The Beauteous Evil. Are Empty Trunks O'erflourished By The Devil.

Upon His Royal Face There Is No Note How Dread An Army Hath Enrounded Him.

Time And The Hour Run Through The Roughest Day.

That England, That Was Wont To Conquer Others, Hath Made A Shameful Conquest Of Itself.