How Low Am I, Thou Painted Maypole?

No, By My Soul, I Never In My Life Did Hear A Challenge Urged More Modestly, Unless A Brother Should A Brother Dare To Gentle Exercise And Proof Of Arms.

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Thou Art Not So Unkind, As Man's Ingratitude.

We Will Meet; And There We May Rehearse Most Obscenely And Courageously.

Be Still Prepared For Death: And Death Or Life Shall Thereby Be The Sweeter.

Thou Ominous And Fearful Owl Of Death.