Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those Who

Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

Demand Me Nothing: What You Know, You Know.

Base Is The Slave That Pays.

And By That Destiny To Perform An Act Whereof What's Past Is Prologue, What To Come In Yours And My Discharge.

Wert Thou As Far As That Vast Shore Washed With The Farthest Sea, I Would Adventure For Such Merchandise.