Christ Beats His Drum, But He Does

I Am A Little World Made Cunningly.

To An Incompetent Judge I Must Not Lie, But I May Be Silent; To A Competent I Must Answer.

Sleep Is Pain's Easiest Salve, And Doth Fulfil All Offices Of Death, Except To Kill.

Death, Thou Shalt Die.

As Virtuous Men Pass Mildly Away, And Whisper To Their Souls To Go, Whilst Some Of Their Sad Friends Do Say, The Breath Goes Now, And Some Say No.