An Old Man, Broken With The Storms

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.

I Will Be Master Of What Is Mine Own: She Is My Goods, My Chattels; She Is My House, My Household Stuff, My Field, My Barn, My Horse, My Ox, My Ass, My Any Thing.

The Will Is Deaf And Hears No Heedful Friends.

So Every Bondman In His Own Hand Bears The Power To Cancel His Captivity.