Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.

Enjoy The Honey-heavy Dew Of Slumber.

An Old Black Ram Is Tupping Your White Ewe

Be Just, And Fear Not. Let All The Ends Thou Aim'st At Be Thy Country's, Thy God's And Truth's.

O Death, Made Proud With Pure And Princely Beauty!

Pardon, Gentles All, The Flat Unraised Spirits That Have Dared On This Unworthy Scaffold To Bring Forth So Great An Object.