Me, Poor Man, My Library

How Every Fool Can Play Upon The Word!

You Are Not Worth Another Word, Else I'd Call You Knave.

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.

O, Here Will I Set Up My Everlasting Rest, And Shake The Yoke Of Inauspicious Stars From This World-wearied Flesh. Eyes, Look Your Last! Arms, Take Your Last Embrace! And, Lips, O You The Doors Of Breath, Seal With A Righteous Kiss A Dateless Bargain To Engrossing Death!

You Taught Me Language, And My Profit On't / Is, I Know How To Curse