Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.

After Life's Fitful Fever He Sleeps Well. Treason Has Done His Worst. Nor Steel Nor Poison, Malice Domestic, Foreign Levy, Nothing Can Touch Him Further.

But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade.

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

No Profit Grows Where No Pleasure Is Taken.