He Wears His Faith But As The

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

There Is Throats To Be Cut, And Works To Be Done.

Mend When Thou Canst; Be Better At Thy Leisure.

Time's Glory Is To Command Contending Kings, To Unmask Falsehood, And Bring Truth To Light.

The Breaking Of So Great A Thing Should Make A Greater Crack: The Round World Should Have Shook Lions Into Civil Streets, And Citizens To Their Dens.