We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

Though Fortune's Malice Overthrow My State, My Mind Exceeds The Compass Of Her Wheel.

Cordelia! Stay A Little. Ha! What Is't Thou Say'st? Her Voice Was Ever Soft.

She Moves Me Not, Or Not Removes At Least Affection's Edge In Me.

I Do Not Know What Kind Of My Obedience I Should Tender. More Than My All Is Nothing; Nor My Prayers Are Not Words Holy Hallowed, Nor My Wishes More Worth Than Empty Vanities; Yet Prayers And Wishes Are All I Can Return.

What's Gone, And What's Past Help, Should Be Past Grief.