Hide Not Thy Poison With

Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead The Blind.

Words, Words, Mere Words, No Matter From The Heart.

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.

My Father Compounded With My Mother Under The Dragon's Tail, And My Nativity Was Under Ursa Major, So That It Follows, I Am Roughand Lecherous. Tut, I Should Have Been That I Am, Had The Maidenliest Star In The Firmament Twinkled On My Bastardizing.