And yet, to times in hope, my verse shall stand,Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

Yet do I fear thy nature; it is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up

Beauty’s ensign yetIs crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.

And in those times there shall many stand up against the king of the south: also the robbers of thy people shall exalt themselves to establish the vision; but they shall fall.

Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.