If It Were Done When 'tis Done,

Death, A Necessary End, Will Come When It Will Come

For He Was Likely, Had He Been Put On, To Have Proved Most Royally.

Brutus, I Do Observe You Now Of Late: I Have Not From Your Eyes That Gentleness And Show Of Love As I Was Wont To Have: You Bear Too Stubborn And Too Strange A Hand Over Your Friend That Loves You. Poor Brutus, With Himself At War, Forgets The Shows Of Love To Other Men.

Who Finds The Heifer Dead And Bleeding Fresh And Sees Fast-by A Butcher With An Axe, But Will Suspect 'twas He That Made The Slaughter?

All Things Are Ready, If Our Mind Be So.