I Am Not In The Roll Of

Go, Bid The Soldiers Shoot.

O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?

Beauty Is But A Vain And Doubtful Good; A Shining Gloss That Fadeth Suddenly; A Flower That Dies When It Begins To Bud; A Doubtful Good, A Gloss, A Glass, A Flower, Lost, Faded, Broken, Dead Within An Hour.

Pray, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts.

The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.