It Is Lost At Dice, What Ancient

O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You Thief Of Love!

Perseverance, My Dear Lord. Keeps Honour Bright.

No Reckoning Made, But Sent To My Account With All My Imperfections On My Head.

Jesters Do Oft Prove Prophets.

I Would Challenge You To A Battle Of Wits, But I See You Are Unarmed!