T'is True: There's Magic In The Web

What Cannot Be Saved When Fate Takes, Patience Her Injury A Mockery Makes

I Do The Wrong, And First Begin To Brawl. The Secret Mischiefs That I Set Abroach I Lay Unto The Grievous Charge Of Others.

I Do Beseech You- Though I Perchance Am Vicious In My Guess , That Your Wisdom Yet From One That So Imperfectly Conjects Would Take No Notice, Nor Build Yourself A Trouble Out Of His Scattering And Unsure Observance.

You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp.

Though Justice Be Thy Plea Consider This, That In The Course Of Justice None Of Us Should See Salvation.