I Am Declined Into The Vale Of

It Is A Basilisk Unto Mine Eye, Kills Me To Look On't.

Is There No Pity Sitting In The Clouds, That Sees Into The Bottom Of My Grief?

Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

The Weariest And Most Loathed Worldly Life, That Age, Ache, Penury And Imprisonment Can Lay On Nature Is A Paradise, To What We Fear Of Death.

Full Of Wise Saws And Modern Instances.