How Far That Little Candle Throws Its

I Will Do Anything, Nerissa, Ere I'll Be Married To A Sponge.

To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth.

I Have Of Late--but Wherefore I Know Not--lost All My Mirth, Forgone All Custom Of Exercise.

Woe, Destruction, Ruin, And Decay; The Worst Is Death And Death Will Have His Day.

I Am Now Of All Humors That Have Showed Themselves Humors Since The Old Days Of Goodman Adam To The Pupil Age Of This Present Twelve O'clock At Midnight.