A Man Cannot Make Him

When We Our Betters See Bearing Our Woes, We Scarcely Think Our Miseries Our Foes.

But Men May Construe Things After Their Fashion, Clean From The Purpose Of The Things Themselves.

Foul Words Is But Foul Wind, And Foul Wind Is But Foul Breath, And Foul Breath Is Noisome; Therefore I Will Depart Unkissed.

My Long Sickness Of Health And Living Now Begins To Mend, And Nothing Brings Me All Things.

You Are A Tedious Fool.