The Labor We Delight In

Every Great Drama Has Its Foreshadow.

What Power Is It Which Mounts My Love So High, That Makes Me See, And Cannot Feed Mine Eye

Thus May Poor Fools Belive False Teachers.

It's Easy For Someone To Joke About Scars If They've Never Been Cut.

A Fellow By The Hand Of Nature Mark'd, Quoted, And Sign'd, To Do A Deed Of Shame.