Thou Art All The Comfort, The Gods

Like A Dull Actor Now, I Have Forgot My Part, And I Am Out, Even To A Full Disgrace.

One Good Deed Dying Tongueless Slaughters A Thousand Waiting Upon That. Our Praises Are Our Wages.

Death-counterfeiting Sleep.

I Will Be Correspondent To Command, And Do My Spiriting Gently.

I'll Privily Away; I Love The People, But Do Not Like To Stage Me To Their Eyes; Though It Do Well, I Do Not Relish Well Their Loud Applause And Aves Vehement, Nor Do I Think The Man Of Safe Discretion That Does Not Affect It.