Send Danger From The East Unto The

I Am One, My Liege, Whom The Vile Blows And Buffets Of The World Have So Incensed That I Am Reckless What I Do To Spite The World.

If Wishes Would Prevail With Me, My Purpose Should Not Fail With Me.

Every Cloud Engenders Not A Storm.

So Full Of Artless Jealousy Is Guilt, It Spills Itself In Fearing To Be Spilt.

The Golden Age Is Before Us, Not Behind Us.