I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.

For Precious Friends Hid In Death's Dateless Night.

Throw Physic To The Dogs; I'll None Of It.

All The Perfumes Of Arabia Will Not Sweeten This Little Hand! Oh, Oh, Oh!

Time Be Thine, And Thy Best Graces Spend It At Thy Will.

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.