O That A Lady, Of One Man

Virtue Itself Turns Vice, Being Misapplied, And Vice Sometime By Action Dignified.

Miracles Are Ceased; And Therefore We Must Needs Admit The Means, How Things Are Perfected.

Sometimes When We Are Labeled, When We Are Branded Our Brand Becomes Our Calling.

I Do Beseech You- Though I Perchance Am Vicious In My Guess , That Your Wisdom Yet From One That So Imperfectly Conjects Would Take No Notice, Nor Build Yourself A Trouble Out Of His Scattering And Unsure Observance.

From This Time Forth My Thoughts Be Bloody, Or Be Nothing Worth!