Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp

That Is The Way To Lay The City Flat, To Bring The Roof To The Foundation, And Bury All, Which Yet Distinctly Ranges, In Heaps And Piles Of Ruin.

Say As You Think And Speak It From Your Souls.

So Will I Turn Her Virtue Into Pitch, And Out Of Her Own Goodness Make The Net That Shall Enmesh Them All.

Cursed Be He That Moves My Bones.

Defer No Time, Delays Have Dangerous Ends.