To Take Arms Against A Sea Of

Do You Not Know I Am A Woman? When I Think, I Must Speak.

Those, That With Haste Will Make A Mighty Fire, Begin It With Weak Straws.

O Father Abram, What These Christians Are, Whose Own Hard Dealing Teaches Them Suspect The Thoughts Of Others!

Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If Ever, Now.

Will All Great Neptune's Ocean Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand? No, This My Hand Will Rather The Multitudinous Seas Incarnadine, Making The Green One Red.