The Sense Of Death Is Most In

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.

When Death Doth Close His Tender Dying Eyes.

There Is None But He Whose Being I Do Fear; And Under Him My Genius Is Rebuked, As It Is Said Mark Antony's Was By Caesar.

So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.

If Thou Dost Love, Proclaim It Faithfully.