All The World's A Stage.

O, I Have Suffered With Those That I Saw Suffer! A Brave Vessel (who Had No Doubt Some Noble Creature In Her) Dashed All To Pieces! O, The Cry Did Knock Against My Very Heart! Poor Souls, They Perished!

Ay; Beauty's Princely Majesty Is Such, Confounds The Tongue And Makes The Senses Rough.

We Cannot Fight For Love, As Men May Do; We Shou'd Be Woo'd, And Were Not Made To Woo

But If The While I Think On Thee, Dear Friend, All Losses Are Restored And Sorrows End.

Fit For The Mountains And The Barbarous Caves, Where Manners Ne'er Were Preached.