What, Man, Defy The Devil. Consider, He's

His Words Are Bonds, His Oaths Are Oracles; His Love Sincere, His Thoughts Immaculate; His Tears Pure Messengers Sent From His Heart; His Heart As Far From Fraud, As Heaven From Earth

Tis Our Fast Intent To Shake All Cares And Business From Our Age, Conferring Them On Younger Strengths, While We Unburdened Crawl Toward Death.

There Is A Kind Of Character In Thy Life, That To The Observer Doth Thy History, Fully Unfold.

Though Yet Of Hamlet Our Dear Brother's Death The Memory Be Green.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come. And Let My Liver Rather Heat With Wine, Than My Heart Cool With Mortifying Groans.