Cursed Be The Hand That Made These

Comets Importing Change Of Times And States, Brandish Your Crystal Tresses In The Sky And With Them Scourge The Bad Revolting Stars.

Be Great In Act, As You Have Been In Thought.

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow,creeps In This Petty Pace From Day To Day

The Patient Must Minister To Himself