Say As You Think And

Many A Man's Tongue Shakes Out His Master's Undoing.

The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste Of Time.

To Persevere In Obstinate Condolement Is A Course Of Impious Stubbornness: 'tis Unmanly Grief.

Though Inclination Be As Sharp As Will, My Stronger Guilt Defeats My Strong Intent, And, Like A Man To Double Business Bound, I Stand In Pause Where I Shall First Begin, And Both Neglect.

Now, Infidel, I Have You On The Hip!