The Words Of Mercury Are Harsh After

Faster Than Spring-time Showers Comes Thought On Thought.

Love Denied Blights The Soul We Owe To God.

I Was Not Born Under A Rhyming Planet, Nor I Cannot Woo To In Festival Terms.

Tis Much When Sceptres Are In Children's Hands, But More When Envy Breeds Unkind Division: There Comes The Ruin, There Begins Confusion.

I Swear Again, I Would Not Be A Queen For All The World.