I Am A Kind Of

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

To Unpathed Waters, Undreamed Shores.

There Is A Devilish Mercy In The Judge, If You'll Implore It, That Will Free Your Life, But Fetter You Till Death.

Diseases Desperate Grown By Desperate Appliances Are Relieved, Or Not At All.

Rest You Fair, Good Signior; Your Worship Was The Last Man In Our Mouths.