Ay, But To Die, And

O Coward Conscience, How Dost Thou Afflict Me!

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

Happy Are They That Hear Their Detractions, And Can Put Them To Mending.

Good Hay, Sweet Hay, Hath No Fellow.

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.