When Death Doth Close His

How Every Fool Can Play Upon The Word!

O That Men's Ears Should Be To Counsel Deaf But Not To Flattery!

To Hell, Allegiance! Vows, To The Blackest Devil! Conscience, And Grace, To The Profoundest Pit! I Dare Damnation: To This Point I Stand,-- That Both The Worlds I Give To Negligence, Let Come What Comes; Only I'll Be Reveng'd.

All Thy Vexations Were But My Trials Of Thy Love, And Thou Hast Strangely Stood The Test; Here, Afore Heaven, I Ratify This My Rich Gift.

The Foole Doth Thinke He Is Wise, But The Wiseman Knowes Himselfe To Be A Foole.