The Lady Doth Protest Too

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

Methought I Heard A Voice Cry 'sleep No More! Macbeth Does Murder Sleep', The Innocent Sleep, Sleep That Knits Up The Ravell'd Sleeve Of Care, The Death Of Each Day's Life, Sore Labour's Bath, Balm Of Hurt Minds, Great Nature's Second Course, Chief Nourisher In Life's Feast...

For What I Will, I Will, And There An End.

How Lush And Lusty The Grass Looks! How Green!

To Saucy Doubts And Fears.