If One Good Deed In All My

This Thought Is As A Death.

A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

There Is Nothing Serious In Mortality

But I, That Am Not Shaped For Sportive Tricks, Nor Made To Court An Amorous Looking-glass; I, That Am Rudely Stamped, And Want Love's Majesty To Strut Before A Wanton Ambling Nymph.

My Desolation Does Begin To Make A Better Life.