Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

In Jest, There Is Truth.

War Is No Strife To The Dark House And The Detested Wife.

That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave, I Should In Thought Control Your Times Of Pleasure, Or At Your Hand Th' Account Of Hours To Crave, Being Your Vassal Bound To Stay Your Leisure.

For Now They Kill Me With A Living Death.

Call Me What Instrument You Will, Though You Can Fret Me, You Cannot Play Upon Me.