Report Me And My Cause

Lay Aside Life-harming Heaviness, And Entertain A Cheerful Disposition.

My Grief Lies Onward, And My Joy Behind.

To Offend And Judge Are Distinct Offices, And Of Opposed Natures.

We Wound Our Modesty And Make Foul The Clearness Of Our Deservings, When Of Ourselves We Publish Them.

Time Is A Very Bankrupt And Owes More Than He's Worth To Season. Nay, He's A Thief Too: Have You Not Heard Men Say, That Time Comes Stealing On By Night And Day?