I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time

We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick Minds Lie Still.

The Trust I Have Is In Mine Innocence, And Therefore Am I Bold And Resolute.

Pain Pays The Income Of Each Precious Thing.

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.

For Murder, Though It Have No Tongue, Will Speak With Most Miraculous Organ.