She Is Mine Own, And

My Business Was Great, And In Such A Case As Mine A Man May Strain Courtesy.

Such Thanks As Fits A King's Remembrance.

There Is No Sure Foundation Set On Blood, No Certain Life Achieved By Others' Death.

No Matter Where; Of Comfort No Man Speak: Let's Talk Of Graves, Of Worms, And Epitaphs; Make Dust Our Paper And With Rainy Eyes Write Sorrow On The Bosom Of The Earth

I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book Even Of My Secret Soul.