By The Pricking Of My Thumbs, Something

I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

And A Man's Life's No More Than To Say "one."

For I Have Sworn Thee Fair, And Thought Thee Bright, Who Art As Black As Hell, As Dark As Night.

Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.

Henceforth, I'll Bear Affliction Till It Do Cry Out Itself, 'enough, Enough, And Die.