Isidore and Farro, I Fear It!

"I must serve my turn out of mine own. His days and times are past, and my reliances on his fracted dates have smint my credit." "My relief must not be tossed and turned to me in words, but find supply immediate," he said. 'For i do fear when every feather sticks in his own wing, lord timon will be left a naked gull which flashes now, phoenix'