O Death, Made Proud With

Out, Out, Brief Candle! Life's But A Walking Shadow.

Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose Advice Hath Often Stilled My Brawling Discontent.

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.

The Benediction Of These Covering Heavens Fall On Their Heads Like Dew, For They Are Worthy To Inlay Heaven With Stars.

Hang Those That Talk Of Fear.