Inconstancy Falls Off Ere It Begins.

Every Man Has Business And Desire, Such As It Is.

Tired With All These For Restful Death I Cry, As To Behold Desert A Beggar Born, And Needy Nothing Trimmed In Jollity, And Purest Faith Unhappily Forsworn.

All Men's Faces Are True, Whatsome'er Their Hands Are.

A Great Cause Of The Night Is Lack Of The Sun.

I Thank You All And Here Dismiss You All, And To The Love And Favor Of My Country Commit Myself, My Person, And The Cause.