O That Men's Ears Should Be To

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!

There Is A World Elsewhere.

The Teeming Autumn Big With Rich Increase, Bearing The Wanton Burden Of The Prime Like Widowed Wombs After Their Lords Decease.

England, Bound In With The Triumphant Sea, Whose Rocky Shore Beats Back The Envious Siege Of Watery Neptune.

Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.