I Am Sir Oracle, And When I

There Is A Time In The Affairs Of Men, Which, Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune.

We Make Ourselves Fools To Disport Ourselves And Spend Our Flatteries To Drink Those Men Upon Whose Age We Void It Up Again With Poisonous Spite And Envy.

The Villany You Teach Me I Shall Execute; And It Shall Go Hard But I Will Better The Instruction.

Praise Us As We Are Tasted, Allow Us As We Prove.

There Is A Devilish Mercy In The Judge, If You'll Implore It, That Will Free Your Life, But Fetter You Till Death.