Foul Cankering Rust The Hidden Treasure Frets,

As Good Luck Would Have It.

But I Remember Now I Am In This Earthly World, Where To Do Harm Is Often Laudable, To Do Good Sometime Accounted Dangerous Folly.

Yield Not Thy Neck To Fortunes Yoke, But Let Thy Dauntless Mind Still Ride In Triumph Over All Mischance.

O Coward Conscience, How Dost Thou Afflict Me!

I Must Be Gone And Live, Or Stay And Die.