I Thank God I Am

It Is As Easy To Count Atomies As To Resolve The Propositions Of A Lover.

An Earnest Conjuration From The King, As England Was His Faithful Tributary, As Love Between Them Like The Palm Might Flourish, As Peace Should Still Her Wheaten Garland Wear And Stand A Comma 'tween Their Amities, And Many Such-like As's Of Great Charge, That, On The View And Knowing Of These Contents, Without Debatement Further, More Or Less, He Should The Bearers Put To Sudden Death, Not Shriving Time Allow'd.

I Have Touch'd The Highest Point Of All My Greatness, And From That Full Meridian Of My Glory I Haste Now To My Setting.

He Is The Most Wretched Of Men Who Has Never Felt Adversity.

Well, God Give Them Wisdom That Have It; And Those That Are Fools, Let Them Use Their Talents.