The Prince Of Darkness Is

Tis A Happy Thing To Be The Father Unto Many Sons.

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

Why, This Hath Not A Finger's Dignity.

What's To Come Is Still Unsure: In Delay There Lies No Plenty; Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty, Youth's A Stuff Will Not Endure.

I Am Wrapped In Dismal Thinking.