You Undergo Too Strict A Paradox, Striving

Sound Trumpets! Let Our Bloody Colours Wave! And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

For Conspiracy, I Know Not How It Tastes, Though It Be Dished For Me To Try How.

I Cannot, Nor I Will Not Hold Me Still; My Tongue, Though Not My Heart, Shall Have His Will.

What Man Art Thou That, Thus Bescreened In Night, So Stumblest On My Counsel? *who Are You? Why Do You Hide In The Darkness And Listen To My Private Thoughts?*

I'll Take Thy Word For Faith, Not Ask Thine Oath; Who Shuns Not To Break One Will Sure Crack Both.