I Never See Thy Face

Conscience Doth Make Cowards Of Us All.

I'll Teach You Differences.

Let Every Eye Negotiate For Itself And Trust No Agent.

Your Lordship, Though Not Clean Past Your Youth, Have Yet Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltiness Of Time.

No Deeper Wrinkles Yet? Hath Sorrow Struck So Many Blows Upon This Face Of Mine And Made No Deeper Wounds?