Beggar That I Am, I

But When The Fox Hath Once Got In His Nose, He'll Soon Find Means To Make The Body Follow.

Heaven Is Above All Yet; There Sits A Judge, That No King Can Corrupt.

Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.

I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To Life.

. . . Nothing In His Life Became Him Like The Leaving It; He Died As One That Had Been Studied In His Death To Throw Away The Dearest Thing He Owed, As 'twere A Careless Trifle.