One Man To Live In Pleasure And

And One Wild Shakespeare, Following Nature's Lights, Is Worth Whole Planets, Filled With Stagyrites.

To Love God, Which Was A Thing Far Excelling All The Cunning That Is Possible For Us In This Life To Obtain.

On His Mounting The Scaffold To Be Beheaded: 'i Pray You, Master Lieutenant, See Me Safely Up, And For My Coming Down, Let Me Shift For Myself.' To The Executioner: 'pick Up Thy Spirits, Man, And Be Not Afraid To Do Thyne Office; My Neck Is Very Short; Take Heed, Therefore Thou Strike Not Awry, For Saving Of Thyne Honesty.'

One Man To Live In Pleasure And Wealth, Whiles All Other Weap And Smart For It, That Is The Part Not Of A King, But Of A Jailor.

It Is Possible To Live For The Next Life And Still Be Merry In This.