If Money Go Before, All Ways Do

Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted Egg, All On One Side.

Four Days Will Quickly Steep Themselves In Nights; Four Nights Will Quickly Dream Away The Time; And Then The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven, Shall Behold The Night Of Our Solemnities.

In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear The Yoke.

The Words Of Mercury Are Harsh After The Songs Of Apollo.

Now No Way Can I Stray; Save Back To England, All The World's My Way.