I Long To Hear The Story Of

Let Men Say We Be Men Of Good Government, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By Our Noble And Chaste Mistress The Moon, Under Whose Countenance We Steal.

So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.

Free From Gross Passion Or Of Mirth Or Anger

Death Is My Son-in-law. Death Is My Heir. My Daughter He Hath Wedded. I Will Die, And Leave Him All. Life, Living, All Is Death’s.

Heaven Give You Many, Many Merry Days.