Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.

And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

Thou Seest We Are Not All Alone Unhappy: This Wide And Universal Theatre Presents More Woeful Pageants Than The Scene Wherein We Play In.

O' Thinkest Thou We Shall Ever Meet Again? I Doubt It Not; And All These Woes Shall Serve For Sweet Discourses In Our Times To Come.

You Lack The Season Of All Natures, Sleep.