All Men's Faces Are True, Whatsome'er Their

My Long Sickness Of Health And Living Now Begins To Mend, And Nothing Brings Me All Things.

Such Thanks As Fits A King's Remembrance.

As Merry As The Day Is Long.

There's A Divinity That Shapes Our Ends, Rough-hew Them How We Will.

Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.