Words To Deeds Cold Breath

A Good Sherris-sack Hath A Twofold Operation In It. It Ascends Me Into The Brain,... Makes It Apprehensive, Quick, Forgetive, Full Of Nimble, Fiery, And Delectable Shapes.

Manhood Is Melted Into Courtesies, Valor Into Compliment, And Men Are Only Turned Into Tongue, And Trim Ones, Too.

Thou Know'st 'tis Common; All That Lives Must Die, Passing Through Nature To Eternity.

Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light Beguile

In Nature's Infinite Book Of Secrecy A Little I Can Read.