O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily Won To

Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure, More Lack Of Reason.

To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On.

Take All The Swift Advantage Of The Hours.

The Play's The Thing, Wherein I'll Catch The Conscience Of The King.

Comets Importing Change Of Times And States, Brandish Your Crystal Tresses In The Sky And With Them Scourge The Bad Revolting Stars.