Sick In The World's Regard,

Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

If I Were A Woman I Would Kiss As Many Of You As Had Beards That Pleased Me, Complexions That Liked Me And Breaths That I Defied Not

By Being Seldom Seen, I Could Not Stir But Like A Comet I Was Wondered At.

Out, Out, Brief Candle! Life's But A Walking Shadow.

Good Fortune Then! To Make Me Blest Or Cursed'st Among Men.