Swear Me, Kate, Like A Lady As

In Nature's Infinite Book Of Secrecy A Little I Can Read.

Shall We Upon The Footing Of Our Land Send Fair-play Orders, And Make Compromise, Insinuation, Parley, And Base Truce, To Arms Invasive?

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water, Which Never Ceaseth To Enlarge Itself, Till, By Broad Spreading, It Disperse To Naught.

And Oftentimes Excusing Of A Fault Doth Make The Fault The Worse By The Excuse.

What Should Such Fellows As I Do Crawling Between Earth And Heaven?