You Shall More Command With

The Day Shall Not Be Up So Soon As I, To Try The Fair Adventure Of Tomorrow.

Sweet Recreation Barred, What Doth Ensue But Moody And Dull Melancholy, Kinsman To Grim And Comfortless Despair.

To Be Once In Doubt Is Once To Be Resolved.

You Peasant Swain! You Whoreson Malt-horse Drudge!

I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.