The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste

Away, You Mouldy Rogue, Away!

Men Must Learn Now With Pity To Dispense; For Policy Sits Above Conscience.

In Truth, Fair Montague, I Am Too Fond.

I Stalk About Her Door, Like A Strange Soul Upon The Stygian Banks Staying For Waftage.

Adversity's Sweet Milk, Philosophy.