These Words Are Razors To

Hal, If I Tell Thee A Lie, Spit In My Face, Call Me Horse.

Ere I Could Make Thee Open Thy White Hand, And Clap Thyself My Love; Then Didst Thou Utter, I Am Your's For Ever!

Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own

He Jests At Scars That Never Felt A Wound.

This Above All; To Thine Own Self Be True.