What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?

Let Men Say We Be Men Of Good Government, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By Our Noble And Chaste Mistress The Moon, Under Whose Countenance We Steal.

Aand In The End, Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else But That I Was A Journeyman To Grief?

And His Unkindness May Defeat My Life, But Never Taint My Love.

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

I Thank God I Am As Honest As Any Man Living That Is An Old Man And No Honester Than I.