You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.
A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.
Who is it that can tell me who I am?
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!
When once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right.
For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.