To England Will I Steal, And There

Nay, Had I Pow'r, I Should Pour The Sweet Milk Of Concord Into Hell, Uproar The Universal Peace, Confound All Unity On Earth.

What Need The Bridge Much Broader Than The Flood?

Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow,creeps In This Petty Pace From Day To Day

Princes Have But Their Titles For Their Glories, An Outward Honor For An Inward Toil; And, For Unfelt Imaginations, They Often Feel A World Of Restless Cares.

For Trust Not Him That Hath Once Broken Faith