Give Me To Drink Mandragora.

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore, So Do Our Minutes Hasten To Their End; Each Changing Place With That Which Goes Before, In Sequent Toil All Forwards Do Contend.

These Cardinals Trifle With Me; I Abhor; This Dilatory Sloth And Tricks Of Rome.

I Cannot Be A Man With Wishing, Therefore I Will Die A Woman With Grieving.

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.

Thy Words, I Grant Are Bigger, For I Wear Not, My Dagger In My Mouth.