Death Is A Fearful Thing.

O My Good Lord, That Comfort Comes Too Late, 'tis Like A Pardon After Execution. That Gentle Physic, Given In Time, Had Cured Me; But Now I Am Past All Comforts Here But Prayers.

That England, That Was Wont To Conquer Others, Hath Made A Shameful Conquest Of Itself.

By Medicine Life May Be Prolonged, Yet Death Will Seize The Doctor Too.

They That Have Voice Of Lions And Act Of Hares,--are They Not Monsters?

O World, How Apt The Poor Are To Be Proud!