My Age Is As A Lusty Winter,

The Poorest Service Is Repaid With Thanks.

Give Them Great Meals Of Beef And Iron And Steel, They Will Eat Like Wolves And Fight Like Devils.

Men In Rage Strike Those That Wish Them Best.

O, Here Will I Set Up My Everlasting Rest And Shake The Yoke Of Inauspicious Stars From The World-wearied Flesh

And Oft, My Jealousy Shapes Faults That Are Not.