Falsehood Falsehood Cures

Till Our King Henry Had Shook Hands With Death.

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.

Will Fortune Never Come With Both Hands Full, But Write Her Fair Words Still In Foulest Terms?

Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And Low.

We Do Not Keep The Outward Form Of Order, Where There Is Deep Disorder In The Mind.